Tenuous Reality.
I reached for Ella…
It was
my mood that night..her dulcet tones.
That Golden Syrup voice that glides
along one liners…milestones
of slip and silvery slides.
That musical Diviner.
Who with the greatest ease
and Zen Integrity can rise and fall…
major to minor..and roll along
like some great Ocean Liner…
I sing along .. all out of key…without
Renaissance useful polyphony
to drown me out.
A gasping A Capella…like some
small doomed and
out of water River trout….
…the josh stick… strokes of Bark
from Sweet Canella.
And that would prove to be…
of Shining Stars that Outer galaxies,
the closest I would come to Ella….
Reflected in the C.D. cover on that night.
Kristine Byrne. 12th Jan. 2018