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 moonless night.

drowsy murmur 

of distant coyotes.

 

but a single cricket,

substitutes for breath,

my heart liquid in its chant,

as a key might forge,

shaped by such ardent trebles,

radiant of exile, 

unlocking spells

depthless

and fluent with stars.

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10/26 pfft

6/8/24 ... some mods

1/28/24 .... changed last line 

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