Duet: a love story

28 October 2011 § 9 Comments

At break-time in rehearsals
A flute lay on a chair
And let out little silver sighs
Of sorrow and despair.

Her heart had just been broken
By a cruel cor anglais
Who’d charmed her with his double reed
And smooth, seductive ways.

He’d loved her con fuoco,
Their passion ran con brio
Till he spoiled it by asking if
She’d like to form a trio.

Seduced, abandoned, cast aside
The poor flute wondered whether
She’d ever find an instrument
Who’d want to play together.

And then she saw another flute
Reclining at his ease
And as she stared a shiver ran
Along her trembling keys.

He shimmered in the spotlights’ gleam
That subtly revealed
His head-joint made from finest gold –
“A Louis Lot!” she squealed.

But then she wept, resigned herself
To love him from afar:
He’d never give a second glance
To a humble Yamaha.

Yet when the orchestra returned
Replete with cake and tea
He met her gaze and whispered
That he loved her desperately.

He wooed her with a Bach bourrée,
And a Mozart minuet
Then they made a little night music
As they played their first duet.

So now they’re happy, side by side
In harmony – and, who knows?
Perhaps she’ll quit the orchestra
And raise some piccolos.

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§ 9 Responses to Duet: a love story

  • whicham says:

    This made me smile.

  • You have made me laugh again this morning!

    Your writing is so……….? Can’t think of an appropriate word! Good is definitely an “underword”!!

    My daughters both have Yamahas!


    • gonecycling says:

      LOL. I think “……….?” sums up my writing style perfectly 🙂 And please be assured I have nothing against Yamahas; I almost bought one myself a couple of years ago, but it was a bit out of my budget. I was replacing the flute my late grandmother bought me when I was at school, so in a nod to her, I chose a Pearl Quantz, which is the current model of my now 30-year-old original! When I’m made Poet Laureate, I shall have my Louis Lot…

  • Bob says:

    This is awesome, really enjoyed it and lol at the Yamaha line. I have an acoustic guitar made by them and it sounds great. Thanks for the smile.

  • Narnie says:

    haha, this is fantastic! I always feel sorry for the bassoon. 😉

    • gonecycling says:

      The bassoon is a wonderful instrument: long, lanky and a bit odd-looking, but with a wonderful bass voice. The Garrison Keillor of the orchestra, I always think.

  • Thomas Davis says:

    Clever, delightful, imaginative, wonderful rhyming, beautiful idea: May the orchestra in your poetry ever be as duet-iful as the flutes, and future piccolos, in this poem.

    • gonecycling says:

      That’s so kind, Thomas – thank you. This was one of those rare (for me, anyway) poems that arrived more-or-less fully formed: all I had to do was write it down. Not great art, I know, but it made me laugh! Glad you enjoyed it too.

  • twilark says:

    A fascinating and delightful poem. I love the humour and lightness of touch. Great story too!

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