It is a sunny Spring morning on Day 821 of the Daily Poems – our poet Chrys Salt evokes Tartini, while outside the window a small bird sings the Devil’s Trill, and the sap is rising!
For the first day of Spring
‘Not baroque’ you said, ‘rococo’
but anyway Tartini.
And outside the window
the sticky buds thrusting –
and our thighs were sticky
with one another,
and our thrusting
was for the same reason –
to taste the sun
and open all the windows of the heart
to let in Spring!
Chrys Salt