The Mandolin
At heaven's gate
mandolins play Slovak tunes
for dark eyed sons lost to war
and angelically strum
classical expressions
before the face of God.
Far below the chords ignite
in bluegrass bands 'n jazzy tunes
where nomadic spirits roam
and the curtain between
yesterday and today
lifts for a gypsy tune.
by Margaret Bednar, June 28, 2014
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Dance Tonight". The challenge is to be inspired by Sir Paul McCartney's music video - we were given permission to pursue "whatever wonders this video offers up".
5 comments:
The way you have divided the living from the dead and joined them with the strains of the mandolin is so innovative, Margaret.
I agree with Kerry. This poem is inspired and inspiring, as if finding a place for musical verse, recitative against the grand opera and Grand Ole Opry of our lives.
yes, i like this dance, Margaret. the lines blurred, yesterday/today, living/dead, bluegrass/jazz, heaven/Slovak tunes... really nice.
I too love the division of the lines and the blurring. String music always haunts-I love this process you shared! Wonderful~
Beautifully written ~ I specially like the ending stanza, gypsy tune ~
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