Music and Writing – Four

Posted on July 11, 2011 by


A Prose Poem by a Synesthetic, Inspired by Zoe Keating’s “Tetrishead”

Music spills from her in rivulets, winding about itself and through the room — suddenly a night sky, a scatter of light from stars — red wine thick like oil paint. It smells of windy hills out here in the middle of dark and moon, inside this old photograph dipped in evening honey.

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