Affaire d’honneurA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverseIs this music made of magic? Or does it vent its violence fired by fury, fuelled by force? Does music trip Milton’s light fantastic with nimble heartedness - or fight with furore, feast on frenzy? It can be a disease, fanatical, as these hands, these fingers, these tips, these nails perform, carry out their execution. I wonder with fixed eyes as I take that punch, or deliver one in this duel we did not choose. (14 Jan 2025) © 2025 Andrew John |
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