Hello my dear readers and thank you for sticking with me for this fourth instalment in my #SeasonalSonnets venture. Today's post is rather late, mostly because I've just arrived home after a long motorway drive and an even longer (but lovely) day. You can read about that in the poem, though, so without further ado here it is - along with another suitably atmospheric 'light drawing'. I was going for a fire and brimstone aesthetic with this one, hopefully you'll realise why!
Much love until tomorrow...
4th December
Since th’earliest poems were also known as ‘songs’,
being held in mem’ry and not written,
today, it seems to me, I can’t be wrong
to pen this sonnet about musical rhythms.
For clarity, that rhyme refers to singing,
which is how I have busied myself today –
so now this verse thanks Verdi’s Req for bringing
the Symphony Orch and Chorus out to play.
Although we’re cold and tired t’end the term
we somehow found the energy to blast
the ‘Dies Irae’ and ‘Requiem Aeternam’
as befits such genius from the past.
So, hopefully, we did his music proud –
if not, at least the trumpets rang out loud! |
| Copyright Jessi Parrott December 2016 |
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