Doves fluttered
in the tracery
teardrops of limestone
above gothic windows.
Were they mating
up there in the middle
of the concert?
No matter, the fiddle
was medieval and the fiddler,
Szilárd Chereji,
was from Transylvania -
the organetto player,
Elodie, looked like a princess
in an empire gown of burgundy
and the lute player,
Ori Harmelin,
was Israeli.
They played
a Borlet
as the doves
made love
in the tracery.
Author notes
music festival in town this week
A contest entry
- Look Out Your Window by BellaD.
875 points, ended July 30, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - MUSIC-RELATED POEMS URGENTLY REQUIRED FOR LIVE SHOW... by Vera Rich.
1275 points, ended July 30, 2008, 36 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Poets see things so different than other people, I think. This is a lovely poem. Thank you for entering.
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The imagery in this piece is so wonderfully done. Thanks for posting.
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Simply beautiful! Congratulations on the Bronze!
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It's almost synaesthetic, the way your words create colourful pictures. Even the names are crafted into the form of the whole. Excellent.
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What an original and interesting take on the prompt. I love it. Very well written. Thank you for your entry.
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Well-framed
This is a true portrayal of what goes through one's head at even important occasions. And, you have captured it as one captures something insignificantly significant in a snapshot. I enjoyed this. Obviously!
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