The Fiddlers Romance

A sonnet by D Alan Dunne

At the drawing of the fiddler’s bow,
Fair maidens await for earliest chance.
With bustles, bows, and hearts aglow,
Wishing with the fair-haired fiddler to have first dance.

But, the fiddler cannot share in their romancing,
In arms, his true love’s held so dearly.
Without their courtship, th’would be no dancing.
Finger upon string caresses sincerely.

The drummer drums a steady beat,
A thumping, a bumping, a harmony tuneful,
That puts the rhythm in the dancer’s feet.
And absent their music, the dance be futile.

Oh, fiddler art thou’st stage a lonely place,
when at night’s end thy place thy lover within its case?