Slander
I cannot help wondering about Vivaldi.
Antonio was a priest they say,
a cleric of the cloth.
I can’t help surmising
when as a young man
at the Ospedale della Pieta,
(a home for foundlings
and the training of musically inclined
female wards).
I wonder about all that fiddle playing
with an orchestra of young ladies
and him, the red-headed priest
with all that passion and élan.
wanting to express himself
in so many ways
with a strong and vibrant bow
and all those ladies.
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