Piano JuryA Poem by B.N. StuderA poem that uses synesthesia (a mixing of the senses).
I sat down, with a sickly-brown cloud,
on the black leather bench. The stale scent of the vast almost-empty hall filled my nostrils and constricted my lungs. The bitter-coffee taste of possible rejection lingered on my tongue, and my heart stopped beating for a moment. Over my thighs the instrument loomed, teeth of black and white, ready to bite. My fingers curled in my lap, sweat grew green in my palms. A voice of neon yellow broke the black silence with a dreaded request. Before the green sweat congealed like super glue, my hands became feather-light, and glided over the glistening teeth like a skilled toothbrush. My brain began to float in purple mist and the black beast with black and white teeth sang in red-rose beauty. © 2024 B.N. StuderReviews
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1 Review Added on March 5, 2024 Last Updated on March 5, 2024 Tags: #piano, #synesthesia, #overcomingfear AuthorB.N. StuderORAboutI've had a fantasy story stirring inside me since I was 16. I've been writing it for years, on and off, and may share it here. I also enjoy writing poetry and am looking forward to sharing some of my .. more..Writing
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