Shadows
If shadows me, like a dream
half-remembered
like that moon, that dripped
quicksilver in summer heat, gone,
like the fiddler whose melodies
float from rooftops
and across oceans–
a thousand melodies,
some not yet composed,
but heart-held, waiting.
The Oracle gave me this message very quickly this morning, as the sun was coming up.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
So beautiful. Complements (as usual) my words, and I even have David Lindley playing the fiddle. “Heart-held”–yes, exactly. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
Yes, our poems do complement each other.
And funny about the fiddle. 🙂
A fiddle enlarges almost any song.
Very true, Kerfe.
like that moon, that dripped
quicksilver in summer heat, gone,
A shimmering liquid image
Thank you so much, Derrick. 💙
This is absolutely wonderful, Merril! Beautiful, truly.
Thank you so much, Dale!
You know it 🙂
That’s lovely! Especially that final stanza.
How strange (not) that the Oracle gave you this all in a rush at dawn. I think my poem was about you/your fiddler. It’s the same message, follows on from yours.
Thank you very much!
Yes, usually the Oracle doesn’t just give me a poem right away like that.
It makes sense that your poem would be about my fiddle. 🙂
They’re enmeshed without being exactly the same.
Yes. 🙂
I love the last stanza in particular. It gives me something to hold onto.
Thank you very much, Liz. I’m glad you feel that way!
You’re most welcome, Merril!
Beautiful words from The Oracle, Merril!
Thank you very much, Ingrid!
Thanks to The Oracle and to Merril for fiddling with words. I liked this muchly –
Thank you so much, Susan!
Ahhh. Beautiful, Merril. Silver moon and your golden words.
Thank you very much, Rose!
So lovely. I’m really taken just by the first three words, “If shadows me.” I admit I had to reread a couple of times before I realized, “oh, it’s THAT if” … lol.
Thank you!
I sometimes forget when I write that people are actually reading what I have inside my head. 🤣