I sing with a choir
and I have written poems for them before, mainly the girls. I promised a poem
for the guys to address the balance, so here it is:
Brotherhood
To
sing with men,
shoulder
to shoulder,
painting
bolder colours than black
on
a lined, white, canvas.
The
foundation of sound
grounded
firmly in the bass clef,
notes
felt in the chest like treasure
buried
deep,
the
roll of waking thunder or
rumble
of tectonic plates.
Mid
voices round the sound,
breath
to the bass heartbeat,
the
cushion of air
tenors
fly on and rely on
like
a hovercraft needs lift
to
move forward.
Tree
top tenors
add
a little nightingale to the mix,
the
citrus twist of notes
that
gives tunes their bite.
In
this tune and backing,
melody
and counter,
harmony
and camaraderie
bind
us together.
Five
distinct voices
adding
their notes to the blend.
The
joy, the honour, the privilege:
To
sing with men.
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