Sunday 6 June 2021

On the Shoreline

I have come to love the fisherman's upturned boat,
sea-weed darkened. I walk on the shingle.
A tree without branches grows on the shoreline--
further inland the dog-rose.

Acadia National Park-6250139
"Acadia National Park-6250139" by landscapes through the lens is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
 
I've forgotten a truth I once knew--
at a harp without strings the harpist flounders.
The music is there in the ache of my body,
in words beyond this night.
 
~ Wendy French, in Seductive Harmonies: the Poetry of Music, ed Deborah Gaye (Avalanche Books, 2012)

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