Muscle in movement to music
as cords are cut from corpse,
‘I was born in blue,’ he said,
‘tender twisting into tune,
I am rags rendered into rich,
suffering surrendering to the song.’
‘I was born in blue,’ he said
And his guitar the guts
through which he bled.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Based on a poetry prompt from @Poetry Portrait 

BORN IN BLUE

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