by Jeanine Berry
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
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The dark like a great church
arched its stained-glass window
A catheral dressed in the
twilight of aching blues,
wistfully fleeing pink and
red, below the final glorious rays
of fading gold and at the peak,
shyly the first silent kiss
of a star.
The star was a frozen cry,
The star was the rejoicing bell made visible, a swelling chorus,
an enchanted note, luminous, suspended.
Out of the mounting dark a bird
leapt in white glory upward,
its fragile wings spread willingly,
the blue of dusk haunting its feathers,
lifting upward an answering song
and melting among the silver radiance
voice and soul of its destiny.
Fantasy and SF by Jeanine Berry
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I find this quite soul-gripping. Love and peace to you, Jeanine. Regis|
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|This is excellent...with subtle layers. It reminded me of those times I use to watch the evening arrive, while laying on an island in the middle of the river back home.
Also, thanks for another memory lane trip...in your bio, you mention Star Man's Son by Norton...it was also one of my favorites many many years ago.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Jeanine, wonderful and inspiring.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|very well done!|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Great imagery! Wonderful write indeed!
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Reviewed by No Longer Member (Reader)
|very very good.....musical!|
|Reviewed by Melissa Rives
|Outstanding imagery...excellent piece!|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)