Majestic is the venue,
as the oboe cries aloud
With a reverberating chorus,
hidden meekly in a shroud
Whispering bassoons,
begin to wail the battle call
As the strings sing sad laments,
for combatants as they fall
Whipped into a frenzy,
the percussion marches in
Destroying unstable front lines,
now the battle does begin
Crashing are the cymbals,
when each cannon starts to fire
Now charge the mounted cavalry,
horns from France seem to inspire
In crescendo is the orchestra,
every instrument ablaze
All at once an eerie quiet,
triangles ringing through the haze
With a final push of fury,
as sound saturates the sky
Every soldier drenched in gratitude,
for their victory in July
Author notes
Prompt: Concert
A contest entry
- Concert (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended March 2, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Lovely. Thank you for entering.
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The 1812 Overture. right? This is beautifully written. Love the final verse especially.
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