fuchsia violin Allison Grace

Fuchsia Violin–A Poem

Guess what? I have another poem for you!

I wrote this one a couple of years ago at a writing conference. I attended a poetry workshop and we had to write something based on a random color and object combination from a list on the whiteboard. I picked “fuchsia violin.”

Swish, swing,

A fuchsia violin.

It’s zipping, it’s swirling,

dancing and twirling,

an ecstasy of elation.

Joy and power,

gentle but strong,

the music flows around me,

like cherry blossoms in the wind,

a rippling puddle of reflection.

It’s dipping, it’s whirling,

and then,

it’s done.

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