I hired the best musicians to beautify the background
through dinner meals or as we sat at the fire,
and I played the violin, taught by a traveling magician.
I learned the songs of my people and of his also.
I had a voice the animals in the field would stop to hear.
I bathed in herbs the magician gave me and smoothed
my arms and legs with perfumed oils that came Continue reading “The Second Isolde”
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Isolde
On the ship, we watched whales sound,
the rise and fall, the spray plunging into foam
Into something new. We have not spoken,
But we are watching the same scene.
I stood behind you as you spoke to the crew,
As you gave instructions, the muscles of your back
Rising as you took in air, shoulder blades creasing
The material I wanted to touch. You knew I was behind
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