Kapellmeister, you
Being in the space, the cosmos, where
Zills jingle and the hammered dulcimer
Outs your passion in a tick, and, easy,
Forever leaves you raw, chockfull and open
Unless you look beneath those emblematic skirts
Billowing, swelling, pregnant with Renaissance gems
Oh, polyphony!
Labourers of love, these goliards, these jongleur
Festum Fatuorum, that brief
Social revolution, that
Trade-off between apostolic power and our impunity
Made whole with
Friends, today, friends of the chitter-chattering class
Zombies, the never-dead of Bernard’s Claire Vallée
Timeless cliques of sound
Unleash a splendour that ornaments the air with finery, a rich
Baroque magnificence, and you yourself transform, become
Supreme, the ultimate Renaissance woman
Akróstichis are coded verses built on a specific visual pattern in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text, spells out a word or a message. This is one I wrote on 11 September 2015. It’s complex, but not ridiculously so. But to get to the destination you first need to start out, and you and I both recognise that this is unlikely …
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