From After Vivaldi Poem by Emlyn Wentwhistle

As the knot,
That held us through a faltering winter
Disentangles,
Unconstrained capricious spring
Creeps squat across the bedroom floor.

Sun lights on our garden as before
And thought and senses dulled
By long and dutiful sleep-
Marionettes to our elastic wills-
Attend our calls for a new encore.

This morning we lie undisturbed
On lank distended sheets,
Insentient of our chemical selves.
In temporal suspension.
On spindly strands
Of slow
Unravelling
Twine