She sings her tale as lyrically as any opera.
From the mountains, where breath is ice and air is thin,
she skips an elaborate path,
a trilling coloratura over rocks as worn as time.
Distracted on her way by willowed inlets
and the bel canto of romantic wallows
where love is lost and found
and lost again.
Until the grand finale –
that final leap into clouded oblivion –
as her aria lifts higher than a falcon
before she succumbs,
her fate written,
falling to a clash of cymbals
and the crash of rapturous applause.
Linking this to The Sunday Muse Blog spot (http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/) where Carrie supplied this fabulous image and Sammi’s Weekend Word Prompts (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/08/27/weekend-writing-prompt-274-opera/) where we are invited to write 95 words exactly and include the word ‘opera’.
(NB: A Falcon soprano has a deeper register than a Coloratura soprano).