Minstrel of the Blue Moon

Penned on watermarked cotton paper, cursive letters script the words... Writing a song of love... 

Apollo and Daphne...John William Waterhouse

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