Sep 18, 2022

Benbulbin, Courtesy of Marie Marchand

this wind pellucid and fierce
stitching chaos in my mind

atop the green mountain roiling mist
above the churchyard ruin and lore

here I sway longingly my hair a blinding veil
reciting all I remember of Yeats

he speaks to me he pleads with me
Never understand the weeping of the…

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After Ola Gjeilo’s The Lake Isle

Photo by Josep Molina Secall on Unsplash

Your bright
soundscapes
generate

a remedy
for uninspired
hearts.

Blest by vespers
the restive muse
rustles

in willowy
crescendos of
your song.

Rhythms flutter.
Imaginings
awaken as

melodies collide
in manifold
climaxes.

Every note
a salvific
breath

transcending
pandemic
grief.

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Marie Marchand

Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive from Winter Goose Publishing. mishiepoet.com @mishiepoet