The Red Priest by Geraldus John

1

Roused by the resonance
Of "il prete rosso"
Textures thicken,
Yet, remaining transparent,
Swirl in and out of a sea
Of splendid colour,
Persistently seeking peace
In resolution.

11

Vivacious vibratos
Crippled by wild impulses,
Call clod-hopping ghosts
To clump about in ill fitting boots,
But retain character enough
To roam the heavens and snatch
Cold shivering modes
From the scarce music of spheres.

111

Striding towards conclusion,
Vivaldi boldly plucks,
From the starry cluster
Within his vast output,
An icy glittering gem:
Sly catalyst to musical shivers,
Wise mediator between
Soloist and orchestra,
Untimely coda
To a scintillating fluency.