“He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue.”- Jonathan Swift
“Fiddle–dee-dee! War, war, war; this war talk’s spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream.” – Scarlett, Gone with the Wind
…
Scream into the wind, swift
as siren, sigh
-lent as breeze. These trees
have seen too much; they bow
their graceful necks to time, leaves
pulled by invisible strings. Can
you hear their song? Fiddle
with its phrase
-ology all you please, the last
long strains are the same.
We’ve only
got to learn to jig along.
..
Quickly prompted.
Love the added quote by Miss Scarlett. If only the trees could talk.
Too bad they only witness, but cannot tell men’s tales.
“Can pulled by invisible strings” That’s hilarious.
I love the image of a girl lending her sigh to the breeze. Beautiful. And screaming into the wind sounds pretty nice too. And the leaves bowing their “graceful necks” to time. In other words, dying, because their death is part of a necessary cycle.
“lastology” I like that. That’s what we’re majoring in, isn’t it? 🙂
I would have broken the closing like this:
“We’ve only got to learn
to jig along.”
In other words, learning is sometimes the only way we can dance.
I love the humor in the opening line: “Scream into the wind’s wift” (“lift,” spoken with a speech impediment) … so cute!
The two shortest lines together form this: “as sirens eye, we have one lie” … or something like that 🙂
“got to learn to jig along” – what choice to we have really? Screaming never does any good, really, does it? Except perhaps make the screamer feel a little better (maybe) but not necessarily heard at all. And a scream into the wind would surely be lost. Except perhaps to those trees, who are just there for everything.