Missed Connections in Montréal
Sorrow and Sin
Sorrow and Sin
I take your apple
and swallow your sin
Good is boring
when that’s all there is
It wasn’t the morals
I just liked the fight
I pray during the day
howl at the moon at night
A warrior’s soul
Stuck in peace
they said I would sing
but I wish I had died
fighting the blasted beast.
My only rest is the early light
when I see you amongst your daisies bright
As I walk amongst my perfect red roses
Free yet still boxed in.
A picture of leadership’s poses
I send out the thought
and task the bard:
sing a song
that tells the tale
of a Queen who lost her head
over the Godly King.
And carried the burden of their memory
Yet always believed.
Despite never truly
being relieved.
Her Two Cents
One of the aspects I love so much about Quinn’s Clip Art Book is the hidden “stories” to be discovered in the illustrations. In this image we see a figure with fingers to lips, indicating silence. Two other figures appear to be disgruntled or wary, while a third watches on. The musicians maintain furitive poses as they play. Our Montréal poet’s writing is equally rich in secretive details; mysterious, and hidden. Who is this Queen who lost her head over the Godly King?
