The Red Violin

Play it again

the Red Violin

painted with a lock of her hair

the dead blood still

within her veins

watch her travel

about the world

inspiring

conspiring

unfurling

her magic Siren's song

until at last she is

freed from that

grand shape

he set her upon.

 

 

Reviews

[Valentine]

A violin, that carries memories and still gives out its sirens tune when called for..Nice thought..I played violin when I was in grade school, got to even play of TV with our little band..My brother played trumpet//My dad worked midnights and needed to sleep late..Our praactice drove him crazy and we had to quit..I have always regretted that..Nice write..God bless..Valentine

That was indeed a wonderful movie.

I found the form and choice of words written well.

The message was imparted well.

This poem would be better appreciated by those who have watched the movie.

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Thank you for that! I love that movie too.
Do you believe that inanimate things can have some kind of soul essence?
If anything could that did.
-Lovely job.

[Arthur Henn]

Ok, another Great! I really like how you write. This is what I see upon reading this great piece. The image of a true love. The death of one the beautiful one his lady friend, or wife, however your imagination wants to run with this.

The violin being painted red with the lock of her beautiful red, auburn red hair.

Everywhere he travels he go with the spirit of his love living in the magic of their special love song. When its played upon this violin her spirit is set free from that which he sat her upon.

Well done little lady.

Art

[Forest Green]

Wonderfully Sidartha; you are so true to your instincts and this poem demonstrates why. Unique, mysterious and thoughtful throughout.

Thank you for your special work.

Daniel

[Moonlit-Blues]

Ooh, eerie! Conscise visuals. Lovely metaphor, too.

[Lauren Burch]

Haunting. Expressed beautifully. Good write!