zephyr · 30/01/2011 01:00 pm by Bron
my little heart swells with a warmth
like red wine in winter.
But this is a Tale of Sunlight;
a bale of unravelling beauty cast, like a spell, from
the woolshed spun into the night.
cicadas and a kingfisher to accompany;
a hybrid soundtrack for the paddleboat
down the Murray.
I lie beneath Alderbaran, as Glass shards
pierce the darkness with a spark of insight-
a burning fuse dancing its’ way down
to dead centre, when the silent harmony
of Aphex Twin goes off in my head.
She speaks of a mosquito
that sat, motionless for a whole song
perched in the middle of her bow,
hitching a ride across the notes.
What a beautiful anecdote.
And by the end of the recital the set list
is wrinkled with cool night,
and I am left basking in the afterglow.
