On Her Midnight Fiddle

On her midnight fiddle
she played
a medley of reels
and riddles and broken
tunes

that shed a wave
of ultraviolet
particles, made a
shiver come to life
in the corner.

Its approach went
soft and deadly between
her fingers,
her smelter’s hands
glowing

under cold water
that gushed
from a spigot on the wall.
Her listeners took
hold of her

by bodily force, and
found she went
along readily enough
once they had pried the fiddle
from her hands.

Jeffrey Park is a native of Baltimore, Maryland and a graduate of the Johns Hopkins University (BA) and Towson University (MAT). He currently lives in Munich, Germany where he works at a private secondary school, as well as teaching business English to adults. His poems have appeared in Subliminal InteriorsMobiusPunk Soul PoetThe Corner Club PressYes, Poetry and elsewhere.

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