Beethoven Violin Sonata No. 9 heard from the nursery

baby stands between 

crib bars

head cocked

mother’s violin bow 

licks an eerie E string

chops open G

a furrowed brow

irato fingers

her turbulence 

moves down strings 

his soft tissues vibrate 

like the ferns

trailing from windowsill

small teeth

gnaw railings 

in rhythm

heart attunes

he learns to cry

in perfect pitch

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NaPoWriMo prompt: Today, try writing a poem that similarly imposes a particular song on a place. Describe the interaction between the place and the music using references to a plant and, if possible, incorporate a quotation – bonus points for using a piece of everyday, overheard language.