Minuet in Minor

Timely and tidy in taking their places,

The instruments tuned to their trebles and basses,

As fluttering hearts rush a flush through the faces,

With ev’rything rightly set.

Gracing the stage in a glistening glow,

As the curtain is drawn to get on with the show,

With a tap of the toe and a swish of the bow,

He goes rising up and rolling over,

Playing the Minuet.

 

The sun arcs akimbo, the clouds billow by,

The moon sways surreally, the stars pirouette,

The wind stirs the seas and the trees on the fly,

In step with the movements of his silhouette.

The woodwinds with gusto establish the story,

The brass etch the edge to embolden the glory,

And zinning the zing with the strings to the score-

He goes rising up and rolling over,

Painting the Minuet.

 

Casting the charms in the lime of the light

Through the gloom of the room still and solemn as night

With the blank velvet stares of nobody in sight,

And yet harbouring no regret.

Mellow, profound, by the music possessed,

Ev’ry finger so nimble, each note finely stressed,

And as with the cadence it all comes to rest,

He goes rising up and rolling over,

Dancing the Minuet-

Rising up and rolling over,

Dancing the Minuet.

-EDP

Reviews

[Anise]

i love those period movies, ball gowns and such. the music and dance. the baroque and romantic eras in particular... this was a lovely poem to read.

[emipoemi]

Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading.