Fortune, fame, fortitude reign,
But draw not the tame-spirited
From their lofty perch
As distinction never clouds the space
Claimed to trace the paths of attraction!
Calm, drawn subliminally over intervals,
Graced by desire and formed in fascination
Of ponderous depths!
A quality born of ancestral lingerings,
Beauty of a privet and convergence
Of shades, shadows, textures
Becomes an almost civet-scented incantation.
c. Poetic Universalisms I by Lena Smith Carter, 2006.