8th July, 2000 | 20:10 – 20:25
singing in a night-of-gale,
shrouded under a purple, pale sky.
‘Tis centuries, but
she still sings
same, still silvery,
Shrill, yet sweet,
the themes are different though.
not of fearsome forebodings,
nor of superstitious stigmas,
nor of rapes, nor adultery,
nor suspicious scarfs,
nor of murders, treachery, or
swollen, stinking, secret coffins –
hidden under seven showelfuls of soil-
but rather, her
sad, soulful songs, sing of mourning.
Her songs sing of surrounding sorrows.
The image used can be found at the following link: http://www.mmdtkw.org/RomeShak404-PhilomelNightingale.jpg
Thanks for the perfect image! 🙂