Poem: Serenade

 

Serenade

 

troubadour tucked

in fingerbones of sorrel,

a single cricket

chirrs in the quiet,

fervent of soft flame

to thaw the heavens

and woo the moonless night,

drowsy murmur 

of distant coyotes.

 

a single cricket,

substitute for my breath,

heart liquid in its chant,

as a key might be forged,

shaped by such ardent trebles,

radiant of exile, 

a spell unlocked,

depthless

and fluent with stars.

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6/8/24 ... some mods

1/28/24 .... changed last line 

1/23/24   removed "its" before " distant ephemera ..."