Solar Music
The composer has come to the apocalyptic chamber. Sunlight scratches in dark shadows cast by trees. They have been burnt. They have not come to leaf. These are the strings that must be played. In the limbs, where a bird has landed or a ghost the melody of the lost. The secret is what can be subtracted. The clouds part, and the sun’s rays fall upon the ashes. He raises his bow and puts his ear to the light the stems of the coming blossoms. Sheila Packa Sheila Packa is a poet with Minnesotan and Finnish roots. Her work has been widely published in books, anthologies, and journals.
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May 2022
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