Resonance - Garrett Shatzer

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Resonance (by Austin Smith)

The blackbirds are asleep in the belfries of the thistles.
The bells have been melted down into ore
and that ore poured into molds to make
little iron horses for the deaf.
And her little horse gallops valiantly on the sill.
And her mother folding linens grits her teeth.
When she is done playing the horse stands in perfect stillness.
Her mother takes it and wraps it in linen.
Later her father walks violently into the meadow
carrying the bundle like an unwanted child
and buries it in the earth.
The birds he scares into the air resettle.
The thistles sway like poor people moved by music.
The girl looks for her horse for a few days,
then gives up and sits for hours
looking out the window at the meadow.
She pretends her hands are horses in love
and runs them along the sill, the four fingers
of their legs, the blind thumb of their heads.
One day she pulls the white linen off the black piano
and brings her hands down hard on the keys.
Something resonates. Her parents run into the room
wringing their hands, but they're too late.
She knows where her little horse is buried.

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from Jarring Sounds (making our own), released April 28, 2014

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