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  Oct 2017 Lora Lee
Pagan Paul
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A gemshorn and a mandolin
strike up counterpoint melodies,
as a harp and viola
caress the notes of a minuet.
Soft waves of music creep
around the joy of the Hall,
cuddling the fibres of granite stone
with a warming fire for all.

And she steps to the fore,
slippers of silk gliding so slow,
eyes as blue as robins eggs,
smile sweet as a full moons glow.
Hair laced with summer flowers,
a long dress of velvet green,
and the shawm she is ready to play
held lightly by fingers so keen.

Her tongue moistens shyly,
as the reed approaches her lips,
with fingers dancing over holes,
and deftly into a trance she slips.
Descending chords in choral hue,
drip colours into an aching heart,
the sweetest of mediaeval muses,
playing well her minstrels part.



© Pagan Paul (21/10/17)
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Shawm, Gemshorn - mediaeval musical instruments.
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  Oct 2017 Lora Lee
beth fwoah dream
leaves
arch and fall like
a river of gold sun,

what breaks
and what comes to life,
the pit of my stomach
a scaffolding of
dark fear

i kiss your lips
and your love
drowns me in
moroccan silk,

my heart caves in
my legs cave in

everything is you,
everything is
longing,

a ghost wrapped in
honey,
sweet night where
the stained red maple leaves
melt near the window.
you are the illuminated
manuscript
I, the reader
   the lover
   of you

show me your illuminations
your singing arabesques
   the music
   of you

chant your canticle
hidden in the golden calligraphy
   wrapped
   within you

open your pages
to me -- for
I am the reader
   the lover
   of you


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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