What’s in a Name?

Peacock Poetry

Every now and then I enjoy making up a little ditty about a fictional character. The idea usually originates from a name that I have thought of and then the character and rhyme flow shortly afterwards. Today’s poem followed this tradition and the theme was much enhanced by the classical playlist I was listening to as I walked and wrote.

Grace Mozart

Frenzied footsteps raced away

More strings to her fair bow

Her blonde locks like a mane of hay

A walking opera show

She fluttered round the highest notes

Her urgency compelling

Swathed in a silk ivory coat

That nowhere else was selling

You felt the urge to follow her

right up the spiral stairway

Not everyone could swallow her

She didn’t do it their way

Yet far from sharp, this noble harp

was sound, profound yet sporting

Her maiden name was Grace Mozart

Back then when we were…

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