Sonnet 1 by Bradley Davespeare

We’ve been tasked this week by our maestro Tim Lihoreau to come up with a sonnet for the Tyrannochorus weekly ZoomChoir. I don’t think I’ve written this type of poem since English lessons at school. It felt like too much of a challenge but I read a couple from The Bard and I think I’ve got their measure (yeah, right!). So my first public sonnet laments the lack of live music any of us can rehearse or perform right now and also, perhaps, the notion of problems one might experience with one’s sense of hearing having been involved with relatively loud live music for years and years… Anyway, it’s entitled “The strings I’ve strummed are wearing thin”. I hope I’ve not got my iambic pentameters mixed up with my alembic pentagons “The strings I’ve strummed are wearing thin” The strings I’ve strummed are wearing thin The words I’ve sung feel like they’ve failed The notes and chords that once echoed from within Against an empty bar room wall now descaled The practice of arpeggiated riffs somehow betrayed Faced with silence in the midst of night Reverberates no more against clefs unplayed A wall of sound now noise so white And yet in music, there may still lie some peace Though sound is lost this passion still brings heat The melody inside that catches quick won’t cease Despite the ritardando slowing of the beat A solo flight must glide on to take a bow If harmony in chorus remain...
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