To err is human ‘songstresses’.
She's a contralto,
With high sustaining, notes
Her voice is a salvo,
O’ the rapture, she emotes
Calling-on spicy, Bacchus...
In “lightness' or 'heaviness'.
She specializes in control.
Like a skylark, circling at
Dawn’s heartstring, cajole!
Her lips; heady, Muscat
Sing, their ritual, madness.
On this poor sap; Dionysus…
He fought with giant, titans
The dramatic is the deepest.
Florid passages filled heaven,
His tears wept there; shrillest.
She was like a priestess
Or better still a princess.
O’ she’s even sings alto,
Holding a spike of grain
O’ she’s the onset of Virgo’
And, his heart has been slain.
In “lightness' or 'heaviness'
To err is human; ‘songstresses’.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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