Six O’Clock Vintage

Seek those images that constitute the wild, the lion and the virgin, the harlot and the child. Find in middle air an eagle on the wing, recognize the five that make the Muses sing. | W.B Yeats, Those Images

The Bard

Leptodactylous I am,
No doubt it’s true.

Sitting here,
Strumming softly:
Listen and imbue

Notes glimmering cheer
Echoing gently.

Intricately renew
Escaping cold meer,
Riding the wind, romantically.

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  1. I’m pretty sure this poem could stand for a fair amount of explanation. Of course, the secret to it all is in the title, and my curious readers probably have a good inkling, if they’ve followed their curiosity to a good dictionary. But just to poke a hole in the balloon of doubt (which is working hard with your short attention span to carry you away) I will expound a bit regarding the poem.

    Leptodactylous means “having slender fingers.” This word was the inspiration for the entire poem–though the poem hasn’t a thing to do with slender fingers (funny how creative imagery is born). The picture here is of a Bard making music in a warm Inn—his slender fingers gently coaxing rich melodies that bless the walls with their radiance. Take these notes in and have some peace for a while, put off harshness and cold for a while (a meer is another name for a lake–often a secluded glacial lake in the high country) and renew your vitality in a in a more vibrant reality.

    I also like the rhyming scheme, but if you’re interested in that sort of thing you’ll probably notice it yourself.