MD Kerr

Pilgrims' Chorus

Music ekphrasis

Text of the poem

a slow low march, voices approach
dark paths, a long line winds
rises falls
mists thick, mud thick, hills deep
cowls carry vowels
and violins and begin

to roar

a burst, a tumult, an ache of
for
with
the gold that carries over
the wood that hums deeper than
under the
soil
stronger than rocks
roots push
and a faint gust throws
lines of birch and willow,
quiet silhouettes
that dip, each leaf a steady rip
of serrated dark
on an opening sky
calm as the roll of boulders
down a flooded river

avalanche:
hills
descend:
the whole fierce tip
of mountain falls
towards
you: a thousand little pebbles
crush.

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