Violin Poem by Frances M
Violin
Bowing wide
fast and free,
horse hairs
sweeping over nylon string,
vibrato
and hear the notes
warble
an underwater song,
pluck
the sound of raindrops.
Wavering beauty.
a hunter's cry -
one minute,
a gentle whisper
the next.
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Cat gut Stretched taunt Screeching like no other Cat could want. But atuned to make A sound that none would forsake As fingers pluck And bow does stroke Ever man and child can Love and understand The sounds of a violin. Do the still use cat gut? Did the ever? s