She Is The Light

She Is The Light long poem

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Glinting off an orchestra
Fully transported within
A furioso movement
Composed by a German maestro
As experienced
By a deaf orphan boy
Who wandered
Into the palace of arts.
Enticed by firelight
And the scent of cinnamon
All those castaway plates –
Relics of a dessert decadence –
Be-crumbed and sugar smeared
He lapped the dregs
An unselfconscious dog
Then climbed to the mezzanine
To be transfixed by war.
Rows away on stage
They raged
Bombarded his lean body
With percussion and motion.
He Found himself
Buffeted by timpani
Ducking under the lunge
And riposte of trombone
Eyes punctured by the forest
Of flashing bow-work
Wondering what it could mean
The audience slack-jawed and
Dressed for a funeral.
He weathered a sirocco air
Sweat and cologne
Swirling in a nest of body heat
Whipped by syncopated ardor
Witnessing a mass of warriors
Swaying in time
Swinging their weapons
With no blood drawn
Even when the man
In his long black-tailed coat
Stood crucified
Frigid white icepick
Pointed at God
A moment, two
Then brought
His straining arms down.
The crowd rose
Battering their hands
Orgasmic that the man
Had made it through
The assault alive.
When the players stood
Having reached a place
Of repose
Breathing like thoroughbreds
After a twelve furlong race
They glittered
Into that boy’s eyes
As my lover glitters
Unpredictable and fine
A smile sliding onto her face
When she catches me
Watching her
From across a busy street.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Aloke
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Superb ! Of course trendy line of post- modernist era. Lat couple of lines is brilliant. Kudos.

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