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Music To My Ears - A Cento

In this magical village, 

I walk briskly in October’s chill, but the tune I hear is adagio, 

My footsteps morph from clomp to skip, 

As shadows lengthen outside; 

I imagine what could be accomplished in this world, 

It cast a long, untiring spell on me, 

By a power I still can’t comprehend, 

I put down the mirror 

Pretty in red, I climb into the folds of bed. 

 Music To My Ears - A Cento - gillena cox 2024

Links for my cento 

David [ben Alexander]'s -Creatives, or: Village people"
Merril's -The Shadows Come"
Helen's -A Day In Memory Care"
Punam's -Am I Me"
Di's -Understanding the Molly Enigma"
Kittyverses' -Shadows, with a reason"
Dora's -Here is a Box"
Grace's -self-help"
Sanaa's -Erotic frisson speaks of desire as well as devotion"

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

April Poems Bring May Centos

: “A cento is a poem formed from lines of poems written by other poets.

 Latin for ‘patchwork,’ 

the cento is composed like a collage or quilt,

 and honors others’ poems while presenting a unique work. 

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