Monday, 4 March 2013

A Poem a Day (7): Playing

Five-minute poems... inspired by a concert I went to see today in St Martin's, Trafalgar Square...




Playing

The chapel fills as the pianist takes her spot
Before the black, timeless source of sound
A crisp hush follows the tiniest breeze
As a hundred faces peer forwards
Supple fingers tickle the bare bone keys
Summoning forth echoes of the past
To linger a while, here in the present
Surrounded by these still gravestones
Etched with so many names of old
Sleeping amid the piano's song



Copyright Vickie Johnstone

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