So I wrote This for English last night. I worked really hard and I am so tremendously proud of it! It's an ekphrastic poem, meaning a poem written in response to another piece of art, and I chose Boy and his Guitar II by silxy on DeviantART, which is an amazing piece.
Read on!
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If your guitar could speak, what would it say?
What sort of melodies would make up its speech?
A sound that would surely spin and sway,
Soaring high like a bird far beyond my reach
And peak, twirl, fall down, an elegant ballet,
Its words the food of the soul, every taste bittersweet
Would its words whisper, would it quietly cry?
Reflecting your solemn eyes full of tears not yet shed
Is it a bird’s clipped wings that yearn to fly?
Or the type of remorse that grieves the dead?
But the barest curve of lips reveals your lie
The guitar’s satin neck has infected your head
Reek of raw nickel strings clings to fingertips
But the music produced is the sincerest bliss
I see secrets of your tryst hidden behind twisted lips
From the melancholic to the catastrophic, a lovers’ kiss
Defines the union of grasp to fret board, a total eclipse
Of everything else in the world; nothing matters but this.
Read on!
This
If your guitar could speak, what would it say?
What sort of melodies would make up its speech?
A sound that would surely spin and sway,
Soaring high like a bird far beyond my reach
And peak, twirl, fall down, an elegant ballet,
Its words the food of the soul, every taste bittersweet
Would its words whisper, would it quietly cry?
Reflecting your solemn eyes full of tears not yet shed
Is it a bird’s clipped wings that yearn to fly?
Or the type of remorse that grieves the dead?
But the barest curve of lips reveals your lie
The guitar’s satin neck has infected your head
Reek of raw nickel strings clings to fingertips
But the music produced is the sincerest bliss
I see secrets of your tryst hidden behind twisted lips
From the melancholic to the catastrophic, a lovers’ kiss
Defines the union of grasp to fret board, a total eclipse
Of everything else in the world; nothing matters but this.
