Middle Meadows Walk

By the clouds, by the stars
I am enclosed

Rachmaninov lifts me from the cement below
Whispering in my cold ears
His orchestra soars
Matching my magnified heartbeat

Half way down the path
My doppelgänger shadows smirk
I fear that I’ll turn around, hands in pockets
To see my own night-time figure peering back

My dark imaginings,
The gothic moon above,
Pulsing strings and deep blue dread
Beams down in Russian black

Everything crescendos
Until I feel my keys

And see the sodium street-lamps
Guide me to my door
With their golden, unblinking eyes

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4 thoughts on “Middle Meadows Walk

  1. This poem is so great – great visuals and rhythm. I too am a fan of Rachmaninov. His compositions are the soundtrack for most of the novel I am working on. I could almost hear one of his pieces while reading (and rereading) this.

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