Air Pressure of a Piano

My pilot father lies in the tree-canopies of Java
moth-wings silk and rotting now his cradle
but I come from another country

low and sorry his engines stumbled
channels open to the drowned,   their frequency
swelling the echo pedal         no white noise lullaby

soothes me as this old deliverance
of sharps,      how they absently disturb his sleep,
maybe he hears my               escapement

Pippa Little was born in Tanzania and now lives in North East England, where she is a Royal Literary Fellow at Newcastle University. Her work has been published in print and online across the world and she has two collections, Overwintering from Carcanet, 2012, and Twist from Arc, 2017.

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