A frantic music rose like nightmared dreams,
as bitter as my broken lullabies.
Staccato daggers pierced the air in streams,
and, merciless, were flung into my eyes.
A lonesome man with gleaming scimitar
conducted every note into my skin.
The rise and fall created scab and scar
and dressed my wounds with sounds of violin.
In moments full of quieted despair,
I found the barbs of harmony's sweet thorns
entwined around my head in bloody prayer,
in reverence of escalating horns.
I begged the breaking music-- let me free--
but died a thousand deaths, in symphony.
Author notes
I guess I wrote a sonnet... which is pretty unusual
A contest entry
- prewrites & critiques by aeolia.
400 points, ended September 12, 91 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the rhyming and the music motif. Overall this is terribly clever. I particularly liked the second stanza about dressing wounds with a violin. I don't know...I just liked that bit haha. Very well done. Thank you for commenting on my poem by the by
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bravo!
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Wow. Great use of the form, and the ending is really really strong. I'm glad I stopped by.
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