THE HARP

I stepped over the harp of silences
it was a weeping harp
yet it was silent

it appeared before me on a white road
a road of chalk down to the sea.
was it meant for me

I had none to ask
and why was it weeping
and no one else to care.

why ever was the road chalk
down to the sea
and the moon not even out.

this was in the city of clouds
that long ago, or near it.
still I cannot ferret out

the silver riddle of it
why it was there
just when I started to sing

mary angela douglas 3 june 2018