Hour Three – The Fiddler
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.