first violin–
the play of stage lights
on frayed horsehair
Published by
Alan S. Bridges
Alan S. Bridges began writing haiku in 2008 after a chance meeting with poet John Stevenson, Managing Editor of The Heron's Nest, on a cross-America train trip. Alan especially likes train and fishing haiku, and is assembling haiku for a book. Alan's haiku have been published widely and he won the 2013 Irish Haiku Society International Haiku Competition. In 2014 he was named a judge of the Haiku Society of America Gerald Brady Senryu Contest and won an honorable mention for the 25th ITO EN Oi Ocha New Haiku Contest-- His haiku will appear on ITO EN bottles of green tea later in 2015. Also in 2015, Alan won first prize for the Kaji Aso Studio International Haiku Contest. View all posts by Alan S. Bridges
Fine, well posed thought Alan!
__My thought: so many things are needed to coax a violin into music… the bow crosses the strings, and the strings cross the bridge, and fingers choose the notes… who cannot be enthralled_?
fingers choose
as rosin dust sings their song
a bow's time
_m
Oh, this really played on my heart strings, Alan! The juxtaposition of 'first' violin with the age-old props used in a school nativity really works.
marion
Great! I like the zoom aspect, very Slip Realism, a term I've coined.
seasonal greetings,
Alan