Here is a poem I wrote and read for Dave McKeown's stunning musical interpretation. He has written and played all the instruments himself: bass clarinet, alto saxophone, clarinet and flute, His inspiration led him to create something whimsical and circular in feel, but with a growing sense of threat throughout. I think he has done a marvellous job! Thank you Dave!
The Tragedy of the Fimp
It was the night of the Fimp
It happened every petal burst
Did you know a petal burst?
It was the night of the Fimp.
The sun was below, the moon above
The airy scent of the petal drifted
The Fimp was ready – on time it drifted
The sun was below, the moon above.
Just to please, on one occasion,
The Fimp came forth to meet it.
The petal burst; he came to meet it
Just to please, on one occasion.
The petal knew not what the Fimp did
The Fimp forgot to warn her
It drifted on; he didn’t warn her.
The petal knew not what the Fimp did.
The Fimp was foolish – bid him farewell.
He came forth in the wrong direction.
He fell away in the wrong direction.
The fimp was foolish – bid him farewell.
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