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Glaso

By Simon Thibault

The glaso is a 16th century form of poetry in which the poet takes a poem by another authour and pays tribute to it by using four lines and "describing" it, and using each line from the original poem as the final line of each stanza.... here is my impression.

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness, the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

Calling all angels, by Jane Siberry

he prayed for the saints in the windows to save him
he wished that he too could look into the heavens
with wide eyes and true devotion
but he had lost his soul in a fire
and he saw it melt onto the ashen floor
he was lost in a puddle of lies
he remembered walking to this place
the open window that had reflected his face onto that of a babe
and he saw himself in front of his sacred, second home which touched the skies
a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries

he hears the wails and remembers how that sound had filled him
filled his sleep, but even the loudest wail
would wake him up smiling
and he would hold his child in his arms
and soothe it with songs and his breath on its brow
his child was that thing
that saved him from the world, he thought
standing in front of the towers, he wished that he could be leap into the air
he wished the air to him would cling
and high above the church bells start to ring

he left, knowing that his soul would never come back to him
his child had taken it with him when it was born
he gave his child all his hopes and dreams
just like his father had done
so that someone could live them
and not get lost in the heavy din
of all that is (un)true
but he had heard a final wail, like that of the banshee who bring news of death,
but he heard the wail from within
and as the heaviness, the heaviness settles in

a man who does not die but once is a poor man indeed
he left the soft clash of the bells to serenade the swallows
he passed before the home of the crying child and the mother who like he
soothed her child with her breath on her brow
and a beating heart under her (his) breast
that was what did bring
him to look into the window and see his reflection (in the/that was on the/that touched the) babe
the babe quieted down as it was offered his mother's hair
and to it the baby did cling
somewhere you can hear a mother sing


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