Mythical Lyre
in meadows more verdant than evergreen
there is but an Orphic lyre that tingles
in dream’s delight,
haunting, husking, heaving
the songs my soul cannot reach
except in interludes of moonlight’s chant,
as the nearness of grasses twirl my hair
dancing with inner wolves
in velvet chorus...not of moaning trespasses
but for now,
if only for now,
on the stage of star-glow blushing my face
I am relieved from the rasp of past’s tatters...
this same plucking of lyre fiddles higher higher
while the movement of its rhapsody
dangles like a mythical lore on duskfall's arms
cleansing me from a silent scream so punishing.
Paint Me A Picture 4 for Silent One's Contest
10/11/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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