Mozart’s marriage opera gets me thinking
of a cake—finely designed—cut with a knife.
Decor from batter baked for lovers winking,
three tiers rise with buttercream roses rife,
rich on the surface. The sweet things of life—
made as much to photograph as eat—make
me wonder how I’ve come to be the wife
of a groom concealed—unseen for faith’s sake—
when all I really pine for is a piece of cake.
The above stanza was sparked by watching Mozart’s comic opera The Marriage of Figaro. You can also try the following poems which incorporate musical elements:
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