The Minstrel of the Blue Moon
Penned on watermarked cotton
paper
Cursive letters script the
words
of a surrendering rhythmic
rhyme.
The ardent sonata was written
by the light of a Blue Moon’s
shine
The blood red ink bled
through the white
wrinkled cotton pages
Musical notes dried by the warmth
of glowing Moon
Beams
in the subtle pollination
breeze...
The maestro Coyote’s
howl cried instinctively,
eerily heard from the
distant horizon,
bringing lovers to their knees.
The words to the Cabernet
Sauvignon
stained midnight lullaby,
were emotions quilled,
blending an aura of
organic colors...
The native maple trees
flowering canopy of Spring
released dusty yellow pollen
on the sheets
In a moment of rapturous
intimacy ~
an elixir of intoxicating bliss
illuminated the euphoric passionate moment
Untamed wildness savored,
Exhaled ecstasy
released into a song of love …
That gentle melody still lingers
like hieroglyphics on the
walls
of some long lost abandoned
cave
Engraved, etched and carved
onto the brattice canvas
of a musical Minstrel’s
melodic mind...
Watch
the artiste’s finger’s
prancing graceful ballet
Worn down catgut strings moan~
Crying out lustfully
The rhythms notes
paint a masterpiece
in an infinite
harmonious time...
The tempo’s lines
phrasing,
...hush...!
Listen to the pictures flow...
Listen to the weeping guitar
strings
of the troubadour paint
the metaphorical canvas
scene.
The ebb and flow of their
body’s rhythms
The Blue Moon’s hypnotic incandescence's,
while shadows dance all
around
Joyfully twirling, embracing
while blue bonnet lupine
swirl and tango
with the moonlit breeze.
Lilacs fragrant aroma in
springtime
Rekindles this fleeting
memories recital
The Minstrel and the
Minstrel’s song
now yearn to be set free ~
Timbre without reverberation
This serenade was never written
by the Nightingale
A romantic
moment’s sorrowful memory
abandoned forevermore ~
Unsung, unsaid, unreleased,
put to bed
through eternity…
The maestro Coyote
is a wilderness troubadour
of the full moon’s
delights.
Howling soulfully...
wailing
instinctively ~
...crying hopefully
mournfully grieving ~
the Minstrel’s cadenza ...
Love lost and found
below
the full Blue Moon’s
glistening light…
© 2012 ... Harlon Rivers
