Hour Three – Not exactly a text prompt

Listen to the following song before writing a poem, you can also play it again and write with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5j1AwBaPtk

 

The Fiddler on the Street

 

He took his fiddle to the middle of the street

The naked, barren empty street

Bereft of traffic or busy feet

At the leafy corner where the two roads meet

He began to play, alone on the street.

Net curtains fluttered and neighbours came out

with folding chairs, they set about.

And soon their feet, tap-tapping to the beat

of the music that began to fill the street.

He had planned this just as a little treat

for the children who lived across the street

who planted rainbows on windows to greet

the daily exercisers who walked the street.

They came to the gate, and smiled so sweet

to thank him well for this unexpected treat

But they stayed far away, they didn’t cheat,

holding hands, on the other side of the street.

Young and old, cheered on in the heat

and sang along, an impromptu feat

And, for a while virus worries forgotten

thanks to the fiddler who fiddled joy into the street.