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 out!
Instinctively
rousing the stillness of the night;
a
feral essence echoed
through
the eerie silence
of the
distant horizon,
bringing helpless
lovers to their knees.
The
words to the Cabernet Sauvignon
stained
midnight lullaby,
were
emotions quilled,
blending
an aura accenting
organic
warmth of tones...
The
native maple trees
flowering
canopies of Spring
released
a dusty yellow pollen
onto
the watermarked cotton sheets.
In
a moment of rapturous intimacy,
an elixir
of intoxicating bliss
illumined
the achingly euphoric moments.
A natural
untamed wildness was exhaled;
savored
ecstasy released
into
a passionate song of love …
That
poignant melody forever lingers,
like hieroglyphics on the
walls
of
some long lost abandoned cave.
Engraved,
etched and stroked
onto
the brattice canvas
of
a musical Minstrel’s
melodic montage
...
Watch
the artiste’s fingers
prancing
graceful ballet
Worn
down catgut strings
moan and purr,
crying
out lustfully.
As
if it were lovers sighing breathlessly
as
the rhythm’s cadence
whispers
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 sensual troubadour
stoking the
metaphorical canvas scene.
The
ebb and flow of the musical rhythms
arouse
the Blue Moon’s hypnotic allure,
as incandescent
shadows dance all around.
Joyfully
twirling, blissfully embracing
In the
Forget-me-not fields,
Bluebonnet
Lupine
swirl
and tango
with
the moonlit breeze.
Lilacs
fragrant aroma drifts
with spring’s
churning romantic haze;
rekindling
this fleeting memories recital.
The
Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song
now
yearn to be set free ~
Timbre
without reverberation …
The
twilight serenade was never penned
to
be hidden from the Nightingale
A
romantic moment’s sorrowful lament
to
be abandoned like a broken dream
fading
unnoticed into forevermore ~
Unsung,
unsaid, unreleased,
unrequited
through
eternity…
The maestro Coyote
is
a wilderness troubadour
illumined
under the full moon’s delights.
Howling
soulfully...
wailing
impulsively ~
...crying
hopefully
mournfully
grieving
the
Minstrel’s cadenza ...
A
bitter sweet musical embryo of love
lost
and found
below
the
full Blue Moon’s
glistening
light…
©
2012 ... Harlon Rivers
