Monday, 16 June 2014

The Music Makers

This poem, a kenning, has mysteriously vanished from the blog and I am reinstating it today by popular request.


I am the lovesick composer at the keys
of a Stradivarius, the man or woman
swimming against the tide in a splendid
sea of laughter, wondering if maybe
he or she who taught them how to play
will come after them today, tomorrow,
or another time, sing a love song as old
as the sea in the ear of one who longs
for even more

I am the lark soaring to welcome the sun,
bringing hope to sleepyheads stirring
on tearstained pillows, man or woman
daring to trust in another, demanding
answers to questions haunting the mind
like ghosts striving to clear a pathway
to love for the living, lift the last obstacles
remaining, sing among larks and rise
into clear skies

I am the nocturne sent to lure us along
the Milky Way, leaving trails
few astronomers will rush to identify
for fear of exposing such secrets
as men and women have found in stars
reading like notes of a love song
since Creation, inspiration for generation
upon generation, signatures of nature
to love’s endeavour

I bring to the spirit of music and dance,
an expertise called Endurance

[From: On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]

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