Dreaming on Harp Shaped Wings
As we dip our oars in the pristine river,
the cello cradles us like newborns,
navigating through a soothing clarinet of sounds,
with little warning,
timpani and trumpets warn of danger ahead,
fluted wind carries us over rapids,
through quick turns,
into sudden drops,
an orchestral powerhouse of energy
coursing through us,
no time for distraction or fear,
all focus on each moment,
each determined slice of oars through water,
with a sudden decrescendo,
the rapids cease,
the cello sighs in relief,
sunlight blinks on the water,
a symphony of birds soar,
a chorus of frogs bassoon,
gentle violins and oboes sing us home,
leading us back to safe harbor
where sweet dreams float on harp shaped wings.
The poem was inspired by the music from Fountains of Rome
which was composed by Ottorino Respighi in 1916.
Photo – Mysterious Man Sitting on Chair Playing Cello
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Love this symphony of words, illusions, and visuals! I will have to use ‘frogs bassoon’ in conversation sometime soon because it is so luscious. Bravo!
Thank you, Maureen. It was great fun to write. I’m happy you enjoyed it!
This beautiful poem makes me feel that I’m sitting with the orchestra, feeling the sound of each instrument inside my body. Very dramatic. And then soothing. Emotional!
Thank you, Judy! Writing this poem made me yearn for more classical music. I hope to do more writing with music as my inspiration.