The Harp of Sorrow

Its notes don’t resonate;
They well.

Its strings are liquid, flow
Urgently–.

Strummed, its melody quavers,
Is delicate,

Heard like a lullaby that doesn’t sing to sleep
But to empathy–

If you love,
To empathy.

Copyright 2008, 2012 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.

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11 thoughts on “The Harp of Sorrow

  1. Reading this puts me in mind of other poems about harps, especially from Ireland – such as lines by Thomas Moore. But you’ve given the historic theme a new twist and purpose.
    (Little query you can delete: did you mean ‘will’ in line 2, or am I missing a subtle point?)

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