The Sweetest Tune

The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational.  He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call The Sweetest Tune.

The Sweetest Tune

“The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune,” is an old Irish proverb. I hope I can do it justice.

The Sweetest Tune

Cleaning out his grandmother’s attic

The violinist found his first fiddle.

She gave it to him

On his fifth birthday.

And Paddy Mulligan taught him how to play.

The old man’s fingers moved frantic,

Over the catgut strings, quite brittle

The music filled the boy to the brim

To watch the master’s frantic fray

The music became a calling the youth had to obey

The quest for musical perfection romantic

 But still, there remained an unsolvable riddle

The answer elusive and grim,

Until he opened up the tattered case and started to play.

His outlook on the matter changed, or so they say.

The discovery was so simple

He realized with when he played the first note.

The older the fiddle,

The sweeter the tune,

Especially when the instrument

Is placed in the master’s hands.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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