Tuesday poem: Circa 1928
October 24, 2017
This one is via link, and was just placed second in the Ipswich Poetry Feast ‘Picture Ipswich’ competition. This was an ekphrastic competition, where entrants picked a photograph from the extensive archive of photographs about Ipswich, Queensland. This yearly contest, and the others making up the Feast, is well worth looking at for next year, by the way.
I chose one of a man holding a euphonium. Have a look! If you’re not sure what a euphonium is, here’s one below. It’s blowing out these few words as we speak. 
PS Cottier 
So much in this line PS: ‘The brass is held gently as a rose …’ That and the sips before it carry the senses forward – I can see his thin lips puckering (if that’s what his lips have to do), feel warm on cold, hear pomp and melody. Congratulations on your placing.
Thank you Lizz. It was a terrific competition in that you could choose the photo that you wanted; quite unusual.
Lovely poem. I like the way it builds gradually so we understand more and more about him. Congratulations!
Thank you, Rosemary. The photo is wonderful; must have taken so long to set up.