Orchestra Practice

Every Thursday in orchestra practice

the conductor’s heels are tipping, tapping,

the cases are clicking, clacking.

Our pages are rustling and our bows are squeaking,

squeaking across the strings

as they slip, slide, pop

into their rightful place.

Our fingers, moving so fast

across the finger board.

Tapping, slapping, jabbing the strings

as we watch the whirring stick,

moving fast to keep the beat.

Put the bow down with a clack on the stand,

plucking the pizzicato notes.

Listen to the hum rum drumming

of the reverberating G,

of the squeaky high E,

all the while giggling, blabbing,

gabbing of plans and past fun,

remembering times with our long-time friends

as we sit there in orchestra practice.

Author's Note

Also for my English class, we had to write a poem that used a lot of onomatopoeia, so I chose to use my favorite after school activity =)

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Haha, that's a cool poem, it's funny and the onomatopeia was very intruiging. It's a humourous poem did I spell that right?