Music of the Night
Is it the nightingale, regaled a muse,
Enchantment of her lips — a poem?
Her brown-chiffon wings reverberate.
Nutrients of the earth in her open beak.
“Sing, my darling, of pure sweet pleasure.”
Palms pressed to their hearts, Hansel and Gretel
eat up the breadcrumbs of sorrowful souls.
6/19/2020
ON BROADWAY Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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