Plan B
Brushed hair behind the ear
Small trace, mascara tear
Drip from her fragile chin
Sat balanced violin
Full seats, peers look on
Debut forgotten songs
A single note rings out
How did this come about?
Memory bursts, low thought
Whispers within earshot
Have fun, do what you can
Coach smiles, backup plan
A second note rings true
Playing soul strings will do
Faces gape wide at her
Hands chop, slow down, then blur
Turning point, spirit flows
Gentle twirl, flowing clothes
Shock, D minor, rising hairs
Reveals heart of nightmares
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally posted in Allpoetry on June 17th, 2021. Published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Week on July 24th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.