Okay, so this wasn’t written to today’s  prompt but to this week’s 52 prompt, but I have been working on it today. I will do better in future… I hope.

Discovering the meaning of Bryn Terfel

If I could leap aboard a crotchet, say,
in its form of squiggly sound wave
I’d be taking a fast canal trip

where a tunnel light would be needed
to show eardrum, anvil and hammer
as passing blurs.

There’d be no time to gloat at the way
we’d set my ear bones rocking. No time
to soak in the change of atmosphere.

We’d be caught in a crowd
rushing towards the coda, giddy
by the updraught of loud notes.

And if I survived the leaps
from crotchet to nerve impulse to brain
I’d be ready to discover

why it’s only a bass vibrato
that has the power to twang
every hair along my spine.

 

 

 

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