Sunday, October 27, 2013

A Low Register (Poem 208)

It sounded far off, possibly
a low register, mellow 
but bright. The two of them
considered its range. A strident
quality pushed the upper register 
of acceptable use. Soon, feeble
buzzing marked the high point 
in the wedding, as the euphoria 
of dancing fell, methodically, 
into favor.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six