Rowan Taw has resumed blogging her poetry after a lamentable hiatus so I will forego a new poem this week in order to assist the universe in carrying out the necessary re-balancing. I offer you now one from the archives, Trio – the first poem I ever blogged. I was biased in selecting it for you because I will be spending an evening with one of my Trio next week at an Opera Australia staging of Georges Bizet’s Carmen.

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In great halls they enchanted me,
Three women – dulcet sirens
Awoke my heart, made life restart
Without us ever meeting.
They looked at me – no, stared at me
Their gaze intense with passion,
My essence surged when first I heard
Their voices, tones exhaling as
They came to me, reached out to me Continue reading