‘Rapture’ by Barry Carter The Society December 15, 2012 Poetry My Grandfather-mining it made him blind and mystery of music almost gave him sight he would play by candle light and demand rapture as eloquent as an owl in flight from himself and the flame survives the wick lighting up a reverie as he dreams about his fruit tree and sees the best apples trick the picker and remain hidden without adequate desire. Grandfather played right through the night a tree intoxicated by melody yields it’s finest fruit-an old man issues lovely euphonies, a tree mining beauty from a blind retiree, together they command and pierce heaven’s ear. A restless owl lands. Barry Carter is a poet living in Hull, England. This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Statues’ and Other Poetry by Charles Bauer Statues A Villanelle Two Buddhas now a lost reality, A crowd chants loudly near a pile of stone; Across the South you won’t find General Lee. T... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.