Calliope and the Chimera

Concentric ripples form as I skip rocks in the twilight As I ponder plain spoken words that became recondite I detect notes of Frangipani as a sultry sylph speaks I break bread in ancestral lands in awe at the mystique Soon, a great avian menagerie gathers all around Mockingbirds mimic the mage's mellifluous sounds The luscious beauty's words go from pellucid to obscure I sit diffident yet dissolute while gazing at the demure The vermilion bird flies around looking for a perch to choose Withholding its succor until it finds the right muse to infuse