Dutch-born English Baroque-era painter, circa 1640.
I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes
on your beautiful curves,
your magnificent size.
You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed
I’d love to stroke your satiny wood,
your long, strong throat
and oh, your strings:
I want to pluck thee
'til you sing,
But I am small
and I am weak.
I am shy
and I am meek,
and so, to you, I dare not speak.
from your secret admirer, WCF
At the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry has challenged us to write a love letter from one inanimate object to another. The objects need not be married, engaged, or even from the same group of objects.
|Jim Creeggan of the|
I have chosen two, who do the same kind of work, although in much different ways. The letter above is from a flute to a double bass.
I thought of this because my father played double bass in dance bands in the 1940s. Here are two bassists much better known than my dear old dad.