The Vibes of Bysshe

The young Kimrock is again writing love poetry, and is blithely unaware of how bad it is. Generally the recipient, Prigentia Colswain, is delighted. Sadly today’s poem is (badly) plagiarised from ‘Music, when soft voices die’ by Percy Shelley, and retains references which remind the girl of overdosing on boiled sweets flavoured with the scent of palma violets when she was a child. But worse is to follow, for Kimrock has decided to set his plaintive doggerel to music, and starts serenading his love at six o’clock in the morning. Prigentia stirs. Through the haze of cinematic dreams she hears the minstrel’s tune, recognises the voice and murmurs to herself ‘Love itself shall slumber on’, and goes back to sleep.