She’s The Kind of Woman Who…
written by: Ingrid Bruck
@bruck_ingrid
plays classical music and hymns
organ notes float from her finger tips
feet pump on pedals under the bench
she jogs in place where metal meets wood
where another would pound the floor
the walls of the trailer shake
her husband and two kids flee
I stand
transfixed
surrender to a cascade of scales
lift on the swell of a sonata
ride on a curl that flicks
whirl on surround-sound
vibration in air
motion rocks
fingers lift off the keyboard
notes l-i-n-g-e-r
divinity f-l-o-a-t-s
she shuts the score, stands tall
glides the double-wide
music regal as footsteps
spectral as the echo of Beethoven
the spell laps the metal walls
Ingrid Bruck lives in Pennsylvania Amish country, a landscape that inhabits her poetry. A retired library director, she writes short forms and poetry. She writes a monthly column, “Pearl Diving,” featuring online writer resources for Between These Shores Books and serves on the BTSA editorial team. Some current work appears in Failed Haiku, Heron’s Nest and Verse-Virtual.
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