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Roll Call


"Roll Call"




Where are your
soft waves to drown in
when I think of you

are they withheld
and our names 
suspended 

marked on some 
banal roll call
written on a piece of glass

in some cold cave

(LadyLabyrinth /2020)




Mendelssohn - Hebrides Overture (Fingal's Cave) Abbado
https://youtu.be/Jufn41KMU3w

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Frederic Parker

July 29, 2020 at 4:13 PM

They are crashing on the hard rocks of what use to be, slowly dissolving broken pieces that lay by the cracks left by emotional upheaval from yesterday's torn that were once a place of comfort when lovers learned the art of ecstasy shared in moments which seemed timeless...

Lady Labyrinth

July 29, 2020 at 6:57 PM

I have to hand it to Mendelssohn, he transports a simple bath into a churning sea of: “ Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good...." my thoughts on awaking this morning. To thine own self be true (Act 1 Sc 3).