Concerto, World Premiere

Published by Rita Mock-Pike at December 29, 2023

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One gasp.
No breath.
Edge of my seat…

Cannon boom
followed by strings,
high, clear,
piercing, yet without pain.

White knuckles
with nothing to hold,
nothing to grip,
nothing to breathe,
nothing to exhale.

Like melting mountain tops
to dehydrated souls,
aching, yearning,
parched beyond repair,
resting below
in pools of sorrow,

the concerto
sings and dances
across strings of gut,
horsehair bow gliding over bridge,
over strings,
beside fingers
skilled in dance.

Unexpectedly,
the style I hate
captures with
all its eternal beauty,
hope, confusion,
light, dark, explosive,
aching, echoing,
heart-stopping,

juxtapositions in harmony,
in discord.
One hour, or twenty,
and at last
breath returns,
as fractal patterns,
moments of silence,
near-silence,
die in the wings.

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Rita Mock-Pike

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Editor-in-Chief of The MockingOwl Roost, Rita Mock-Pike is the granddaughter of aviatrix, Jerrie Mock, first woman to pilot an airplane solo around the world. Rita has found inspiration from her grandmother’s life and flight and pursued many of her own dreams in theatre, podcasting, novel writing, and cooking up delicious food from around the world. She now writes on food, travel, pets, faith, and the arts. She’s happily married to Matt, and faithfully serves the very fluffy kitten queen, Lady Stardust.