Our Lady of the Golden Voice
who makes the shepherds howl
and leaves the clerics' eyes all moist
then gifts them salted towels
Oh Lady fair, oh Lady cruel
riding a treble clef
admit us to your Music School
to chisel loose each breath.
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for quadrille Monday
hosted by Linda Lyberg
Shay- I love this! Very lyrical. Thanks for joining in my friend!
ReplyDeleteThe lady of the golden voice slays it.
ReplyDeleteDelightful. I love the chiseling.
ReplyDelete"Oh Lady fair, oh Lady cruel
ReplyDeleteriding a treble clef"
Genius-level writing, Shay, as always. I love your words.
Yours,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
I enjoyed the musicality of your quadrille, Shay, and the subtle portrayal of Our Lady of the Golden Voice through the reactions of those who hear her. I love the image of her ‘riding a treble clef’.
ReplyDeleteThe anonymous comment above was me- not sure why I came up like that. May not have been signed in I guess. Anyway, loved your poem. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the sarcasm in the humor in this Shea. You can always be counted on for both woven in to your excellent writing. I was enjoy your work.🙂✌🏼
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rob. What an interesting poem. :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt word (AJ)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if she will ever admit anyone to her school... she probably love to be adored for being the best, as every diva does.
ReplyDeletewhere's the 2nd chorus .... I want more! Brilliantly tight in 44.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Can I join the music school too?! :-)
ReplyDelete“gifts them salted towels” !!!
ReplyDelete“chisel loose each breath.” !!!!!