Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #181
My Violin
by Belinda Roddie
My violin was broken, split in half,
because my jealous brother had never
been able to rival me in music.
I was ready to strike him, open-palmed,
delivering a blow strong enough to
knock teeth out, or squish cartilage in his
flabby nose. I was ready to crack the
destroyed fingerboard across his dense skull
and stick the snapped off strings right up his - well,
I wouldn't go there. Hell, I was ready
to throw him into my car trunk and drive
him into a lake. Instead, my face fell,
my grip slackened, and my once strong resolve
disappeared. I was, to my chagrin, calm.
by Belinda Roddie
My violin was broken, split in half,
because my jealous brother had never
been able to rival me in music.
I was ready to strike him, open-palmed,
delivering a blow strong enough to
knock teeth out, or squish cartilage in his
flabby nose. I was ready to crack the
destroyed fingerboard across his dense skull
and stick the snapped off strings right up his - well,
I wouldn't go there. Hell, I was ready
to throw him into my car trunk and drive
him into a lake. Instead, my face fell,
my grip slackened, and my once strong resolve
disappeared. I was, to my chagrin, calm.
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