Bottled Singer





 Bottled Singer

  

 Where is your voice now,

 Muffled by water

 In a glass bowl;

 Your head

 All swollen,

 Contained,

 Captured

 For our amusement.
 

 But still you smile

 And your moustache

 Looks even grander

 Than usual;

 I think you know

 That one high note

 Will quickly shatter

 This fragile confinement.

 

David Subacchi

 

David Subacchi was born in Wales (UK) of Italian roots and studied at the University of Liverpool. David has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry and one in Welsh. His work has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies worldwide.



Comments

Very good! I enjoyed this poem's construction.

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