Harp of Heart
she sits under a weeping willow and sways
turns to the wind for advice and hears thunder
tunes in to rainfall lightening and her heartbeat
stumbles and stutters for she is one in suspense
valves in her mind leak blood sweat and tears
just a little rest she whispers as the branches
lash out and into a fragile veneer of composure
drenched and beaten she sucks up the message
swans sound their trumpets far in the distance
as if to brush over stark memories of disquiet
and naked to the core she gathers their rhythm
blends into a crescendo of mellow sound of music
petals drip into a restless lake of surface tension
but underneath her discomfort frogs croak as if
to cheer her on to join in a rhapsody of comfort
jingling jaybirds gurgle to the flow of wild waters
bang goes her tremble as a tree trunk succumbs
splashes hopeful resolve deep under her skin
beep chirps a starling who seeks cover and joy
her own voice finds solace and harvests a chime
drawn by the music she unfolds a few offshoots
strings an instrument to accompany the mood
once downcast and lonely searching for harmony
the harp is my stray heart and I’m tall as a willow
25th February 2021
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