Skyward Fiddler

a procession passes round the town cathedral

the wind rends the Death bas-relief

near the astrological entrance clock

like a wrested tiger claw

 

the green violin’s bow skips over strings

only a sad and stony Madonna smile

glides through the barbed wire

of blue stained glass

 

the cemetery chapel is always silent

one can hear stone wings breaking

heavy fir branches freeze above tombs

the sun sets on fire the snowfield

stretched out without traces

 

in an endless white Sunday

young trees are learning to rest

women have beads of sweat on their front

men cry staring at the sky

time is measured in candles

from stalactite to stalagmite

baptized wed

and departed

Reviews

[Marie]

The cycle repeats itself with each ceremony...height and depth...

[....]

such a wonderful write

[Skye]

Beautiful and breathtaking as always.