Wednesday, January 12, 2011

MAGPIE TALE: Dropping and Freeing the Note

Another entry in the Magpie Tales.
Could it be, could it be, that all those notes are lost forever, freed from the confines of the lined page?
Whole notes were always far beyond Cousin Herschel's cornbread budget. He stole a few broken half notes and quarter notes that took him all the way to Winslow.
The women he left behind came together to write a lively foxtrot in tribute of his many raids of the hen house and the back porch where last night he loved them best of all.
The Evelyn Q. Sydeen Music Society was oblivious to such feral rhythms and even a ukulele was as scandalous as an exposed ankle, yet those new syncopation could not be suppressed.
Spring was finally breaking down the frost, and music was taking to the woods, the brooks and serenading the raccoons and robins.
Music was everywhere, little of it committed to the page or acetate. Could it embed itself in the elms, the bloodlines and the hairline thread to reach the next 50 generations?

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6 Comments:

At 5:29 AM, Blogger Helen said...

The answer to your lovely Magpie and final question ... yes, yes!!!

 
At 10:38 AM, Blogger Jingle said...

wow.
so thoughtful post.

YES, love your question in the end.

 
At 3:45 PM, Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Heaven forbid! The uke?

 
At 6:50 AM, Blogger Lucy Westenra said...

This is so interesting, inventive and amusing . . loved the foxtrot raiding the henhouse.

 
At 10:49 PM, Blogger Reflections said...

Always! Music has a way of floating through time like a dove, whether or not it has left its trail on the pages of time or not.

 
At 7:13 AM, Blogger kathew said...

so enjoyed this!

 

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