a church organ’s massive pipes give way to horse feet clapping cobblestone fade away to the strum of Spanish guitar replaced by the hoooooo and sssssss of wind through leaves in soft percussion that was always there.
Tags: poem, poems about old churches, poetry, spanish guitar tourism, the sounds of a city, the sounds of Montreal
I love hooooooo and ssssssss, just like I love ssuh and zzih.
i hadn’t heard of ssuh and zzih, but hoooo and ssssss followed by ssuh and zzih, yes, they go well together.
Here’s where you can hear of ssuhh and zihh…
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