The Path VIII
Artwork by Gail Bradshaw
Point contre point, the silkworm spins her spell. Polyphemus, lover and musician, listens, his sea born eye damp. The clavecinistes stole her magic, Learning to make gut and quill sing like birds in love. Let us celebrate this art of proportion and measure. One plus one plus one will do. One eye, one ear, one heart. The worm spins leaf into thread, thread into cloth. The moth falls from the sky. Gut and quill sing, like birds in love. The giant weeps.