Love Poem: A Lutenist's Refrain
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Written by: Rosanne Sbrigata

A Lutenist's Refrain

The blackberry tree, hanging some of its branches over her,
    arbors, shelters and comforts her. The blackberry honeycombs,
    like little dark blueblack hives of hexagonal shapes, fall around
    the ground near her feet and on her lap, lapsing down like
    tears. She sits on a chair underneath the tree.
It is not goodbye, this leave of absence he has taken ... it is only
    a reprieve, an intermittent restraint of silence. The other, her 
    brother, has darkish brown eyes, tender and compassionate,
    and is of a symbiotic nature akin to hers: loving, lonely, longing
    to be loved; humane, musical, altruistic and intuitive. He seems, in
    his talks and communications with her, to be teaching, tutoring and
    guiding her, telling her to be patient and wait for her softly-sparkling
    blue-eyed love - as he, her brother, gently plys and plays his lute 
                                                            in chords of harmony.