I left you behind
ten years ago
you don't use chains
your image everywhere
for my to eyes see
you play me like a theremin
I am the air
you bat away
I am the low note
you are the sorrow thus wrung
I left you behind
ten years ago
you don't use chains
your image everywhere
for my to eyes see
you play me like a theremin
I am the air
you bat away
I am the low note
you are the sorrow thus wrung
Prompt:
As with pretty much any discipline, music and art have their own vocabulary. Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms, or this glossary of art terminology, and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word. For (imaginary) extra credit, work in a phrase from, or a reference to, the Florentine Codex.
From https://www.napowrimo.net/april-1-it-begins/
I chose the word Theremin as my prompt because I didn't know the instrument existed! Specifically, watching the inventor play it in an old timey recording brought me so much delight.
The line from wikipedia that inspired the tone of this poem is
How beautiful.