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Diane Thiel
reads
History's Stories
in Real Audio format.
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For her song and flight, Echo is torn apart,
art
flung limb by singing limb.
Each valley swallows, allows
her voice. In another tale, a flame
enchants chance
encounters —
Narcissus, who never returns,
turns —
her love to stone. Rocks, caves, dens, the hollow
hollow
of bones become her home —
the old echoes, O's
that round our inner lives like the concentric
trick
rings inside trees, reverberate for years,
our ears —
Our voices rise and leave, traveling,
raveling, veiling
currents across the sea, longing to reach
each
Atlantis, locate shapes that sounds recall —
call
back the world, as it was first encountered,
heard.
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