One Poem by Michael Kelly Peach

 

The Mad Fiddler 

 

Based on the presumed nether edge, 

Revelling in his madness, still madder, 

The mad fiddler examines all verities. 

Resting on the conflicted forces, 

Upholding him are the opposing energies. 

 

Play on fiddler, and go by 

The star-spilt means of caduceus 

To approach the sanctuary 

Of cacophonous harmony 

Where you can fiddle your tune. 

 

Glittering amaranthine scales aloft, 

Riding the crest of the lavender dragon, 

Sweet fiddler, galaxies emerge 

Baby-wet and your strings 

Are the umbilical chords. 

 

Leaving, an egress from without, 

To leave upon a tideless wave.  

Goodbye, the fiddler flies, 

And the violin plays on as time, 

Choking with sand, runs out.

M. Kelly Peach lives in the beautiful Upper Peninsula of Michigan. When he is not facilitating Ink Society meetings for a local writer’s group, he is hiking, reading and collecting books, and baking. His author's website is mkellypeach.com; X (Twitter) is @MichaelPeach. He has work forthcoming in: Suicid(al)iens, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Soul Ink, Vol. 2, and The Death of Tintagiles Death (novella) through Translucent Eyes Press.