Matins

morning birdsong
photoart and poem – ©2018 Laura Granby

It begins with Vigils
a sliver of sotto voce inserted into silence
monks intoning, muted and monotonic
mouths barely moving in momentum
communion words converge
stream an omnipresent OM
through oscines in Matins murmurings
rippling onward ’til a raucous rooster
assents the choral crescendo

Late for Monday Matins with 44 words for De’s Quadrille: Murmur but still in time for the Imaginary Garden’s Tuesday Platform

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35 thoughts on “Matins

  1. “monks intoning, muted and monotonic mouths barely moving in momentum” I so love the way this sounds.. it could be a tongue twister!💞 Beautifully executed.

  2. I have heard a roomful of monks singing together ( not in a church but in a gymnasium) and it is soul stirring – as is this lovely Quadrille

  3. I love the vocal tenor of this, plainsong rising and falling, intoning an old bell. “Oscines,” great word to add to my psaltery! Matins are my magic hour – 4 a.m. every morning — with the night for fellow brethren.

  4. murmurings
    rippling onward ’til a raucous rooster
    assents the choral crescendo

    To relive the day they were born would be so heavenly and precious. Great take Laura!

    Hank

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