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"
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
: “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.
