Sing Poem by Tom Billsborough

Sing



Sing me Sappho's prosody, trochaic water,
Well of my soul, as sorrowing Demeter,
Stirred by Baubo's wild shape and bawdy laughter,
Came back to being.

Friday, June 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 08 September 2017

TROCHAIC WATER is a nice phrase. It makes me think of cadences in purling water. From tinkling water to WELL OF MY SOUL is also a nice leap, as if someone stirs deep within the well of listening. The raucous auditory antics of the plashing stream draw out a latent, wished-for presence.

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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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