In a leafy glade in the Royal Park
Appeared the lady with her harp;
Encased quite neatly in dark cape,
I wondered what sounds it would make.
She held it close as they came along
The day was cool but the sun still shone
Up the bandstand steps she brought
Her modern lyre; checked wires were taut.
We were called upon from different spheres
To pour balm onto troubled ears
In performance she began to strum
Hauntingly the slow notes come.
I'd never thought that I would read
My poems at this lilting speed
But together we were in accord;
My words came off the page and soared.
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
For A "Relay for Life" event