Fiction and Poetry

My Lovely 88

She is dark-skinned and lonely
White toothed with smudgy blacks too
and oh so hungry
oh so hungry

A gift from strangers
left at our door
4 of us huffing
on Christmas morn
To raise her three flights of stairs
Three flights of stairs

“Just wood and screws,
strings and nails?”
my son peers inside
Seeking the source of the sounds
Source of the sounds

We polish her skin
blow out the dust
And then the doctor walks in
His black bag at his side

After much pulling,
poking, pushing and a groan
A great rumble has transformed
into sweet, sweet song
sweet, sweet song

She is hot
lively and bouncing
jovial and bumping
thumping to the stomp of our feet

She is graceful
dignified and stately
refined and flowing
loosing her melodies now

The doctor is paid
and she seems better
no longer so hungry
my happy 88

She is dark-skinned and lovely
her white teeth are shining
her ebony gleams
and oh how lovely
oh how lovely my lovely 88

– by Andrew Ingkavet ©2011