Bring Me The Head Of The Novice Poem by pepe nero

“Bring me the head of the novice
put it up there on the shelf
next to my bombast trophies
near my championship Parnassus belt
bring me the toes and the fingers
bring me the bleeding heart too
I’ve got this incredible hunger, ”
(she purred sensuously)
“I’m feeling like neophyte stew.”

the eyes of the body-less head
gazed out on the landscape beyond
through a ancient square Umbrian window
towards the hills of which it was fond
hills worthy of Piero della Francesca’s
ever fine and magic blessed hand
rolling so smoothly ever gently
a moonlight bathed blessed Latin land

seemingly random scattered cypresses
dotted the vales and the loved distant hills
he tried to express that and more
in stanzas that lacked meter or skills

“I wonder, ” he added, randomly,
musing on all he did see

“If I were to score to staff
as notes the cypresses
exactly as they are there

would I hear Vivaldi?

(c) pepe nero