A Knight, Chained
This subtle dance in smallest tendons
And tiniest of contractions
In littlest of words
Minor C, disclosed in me in
tapping of ten digits
on my sheets
When they dance in, and straighten
Lift me so high, I smile
Upright posture
Ink flows in, -in colours inimitable
by any wild palette-
and out again
Arabesque in lazy Arabian Night
by a knight chained
and beaten, battu
Let my hands play F and C
Let their hands help
Legs changé
In inmost words that find
their final place
ultimately.
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March 3, 2017
© Darren White
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