divine mischief, the art of nancy knowles

River Panning
on editing recordings of our songs

We climb into increase
working our sweat into lather
which we then scrape off, flinging, splat
there on the floor to mingle
with our shavings
our clippings, polishings, our ravings.

Our froth and our chaff: music’s mud
from whence golden flecks wink at us,
laughing at what we left behind.

from Syzygy (2006)
song cycle for mezzo-soprano and guitar
by Frank Wallace with poetry
by Nancy Knowles

copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles