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The Religious Issue
Vol. 5 Issue 1
Stravinsky's Nighttime Dance
by Sheri Fulton
Slow.
Sliding, slithering through the notes,
the violin snakes its way,
drifting over my skin
in silken waves,
I slip low then am caught-
Buoyed by the cellos as I
spring off their bed of
bowed vibrations.
Up and down. Up and Down, Up. . .
Percussion intrudes-
breaking through
the stringed sounds.
I plummet to be
embraced within the violin's
scales, rising to fall and be
dipped into a ravaged puddle
composed of an orchestrated
interlude.
But, I am lifted - drenched as I am pulled
from, up, dangling over the sharp edge
of a solo'd flute piercing the silenced
breeze.
I reach - clasping, climbing, moving in
hurried steps -pause- I hear the
cellos whisper to me secrets of
safety- a friend comes.
We meet and hurry along the
dappled path of liquid strings,
drenched in their harmony as we
Stop.
-to take pleasure in what is
the nighttime symphony.