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Song of Spring

Song of Spring
written for the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© Iulia Halatz

…By the time I began reading the final third of the Anthology, I wished for respite from the unearthing of discontent and the unforgiving barrage of reality, even as it was sometimes cloaked in fantastical imagery. And a partial reprieve came in the form of odes to the seasons: “The Marigold of months has sure begun./Fling back the shutters and let down your Hair…” (Lois Linkens’ “the Yellow month”) and Spring has “a vessel/for the softest fragrance” (Iulia Halatz’s “Song of Spring”). – Mariah Voutilainen

Mariah Voutilainen Reviews Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

SUDDEN DENOUEMENT’S ANTHOLOGY VOLUME I: WRITINGS FROM THE SUDDEN DENOUEMENT LITERARY COLLECTIVE DEMONSTRATES DIVERGENCE IN A MULTITUDE OF WAYS

…By the time I began reading the final third of the Anthology, I wished for respite from the unearthing of discontent and the unforgiving barrage of reality, even as it was sometimes cloaked in fantastical imagery. And a partial reprieve came in the form of odes to the seasons: “The Marigold of months has sure begun./Fling back the shutters and let down your Hair…” (Lois Linkens’ “the Yellow month”) and Spring has “a vessel/for the softest fragrance” (Iulia Halatz’s “Song of Spring”). There are testaments to romance and even epic love like Eayre’s “Out of My Hands,” but little if any frivolous romanticism here, just reality painted in elegantly brash words and unique imagery. Finally and fittingly, remembrances of death serve as the beginning of the end of the Anthology. In those poems and prose, I saw the openness of heart and strength of spirit required to allow total strangers to see the pain of losing a loved one…

Read the entire review at www.indieblu.net.