New Strings For Ukulele
By Jim Hill
Uncoiled, detangled, threaded over-under-through,
Bridge and saddle, knotted, tied then
Wound and wound and wound and
Stretched and wound.
Na fig dab wees
Keep winding, keep stretching, keep –
Oh that knot that keeps slipping and sliding –
Removed, rethreaded, retied.
Deep breath, stay calm, fat fingers restretch, rewind.
Ba tog gin knees
Check the knots, check the knots, tuner blinks,
Pings ascend as strings are brought to pitch,
Pinched, stressed, tightened, plucked,
Machine heads spinning, spinning, spun.
My dog has fleas
It’s been a while, but as I take a breather between semesters I felt the call. And just maybe the need for new strings. Amy at the Poem Farm is this week’s host for Poetry Friday. Hop on over for more poetry.