Right Up To The Heavens Like A Smoke Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Right Up To The Heavens Like A Smoke



Right up to the heavens like a smoke
Of mist of magic rose the chanson fair
The singer sang; her heart beat out
In the cantilena what she felt.
Word by word, like hammer-blows
The singer steamed her emotions
Almost – but not as much – one
Blow for each emotion.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 08 June 2014

I can conceive a scenario that fits this poem and its twists and turns. The singer inherited a kind of singing from her ancestors, she was taught by her parents. This is a traditional form of singing a capella. The melodies are ancient, the lyrics are antique, but the performance by this mistress of the chanson is mercurial and unpredictable. Some nights she abandons caution and sings directly from her heart. Her singing is so intense, everyone stops what they are doing to listen and cheer her on to greater heights of performance. They all agree hers is heavenly music produced here on earth but sent gratefully back to where it came from - Heaven itself.

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