Bruch & Mendelssohn (III)

After the long glide between snow-walls
and the ritual of warm water,
a spirit ascends the skin –
endorphin silence
sealing the body against the cosmic hiss,

and I endure
the absolute truth of pallid death,

until the violins –
Mendelssohn, Bruch –
tear open the roof of years,

and I am nineteen again,
delivered from evil
in a southern hall of learning,

and even life
can be endured



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Written on 2026-03-22 at 18:57

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melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, finally had the time to get to this
You are an awesome writer! There is no doubt about that. I love seeing how your poetry develops....and I love learning.
2026-03-22