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annh Nov 2019
Handcuffed politely to the bedpost of his inspiration,
he is optimistic that this time the limits
of self-imposed constraint will be breached, if not brutalised entirely.
‘Don Quixote’ - a whimper of metaphor;
‘DoN QuiXoTE’ - a rush of chiming vowels;
’DON QUIXOTE’ - a panic of ecstatic prosody.
Ignoring his aching wrists
and with imagination unfettered,
he reaches for paper and pen, and begins.

‘Somewhere in La Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.’
- Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
Nathalie Feb 2019
A medley of emotions

Can be heard from hearts

that surrender to the notes

Chiming from their

Sacred garden

The truth of one’s heart

Cannot be silenced

In the presence

Of true love

The attraction even

If concealed, is unveiled  

As the outpouring of sentiments

Cascade in a showering

Of energetic love.

TSK Jun 2015
No wedding bells chimed louder
Nor laughter or evening caller
Not even the gold that sits around my finger.
Rings better than my name
With yours to finish it off.

— The End —