'Sing For Myself 21/11/09 Poem by Margaret Alice

New headphones, soft sponge covering
my ears, discovered how to make voice
recordings, sang Webber’s Phantom and
and crooned Whispering Hope, Abeheid-
schi Bumbeidschi and Dominique, strange
little voice vibrating alone in the air like a
disembodied spirit

I tried to anchor myself, bring the diaphragm
in play, to my infinite delight sang a duet with
myself, just as Pratchett said, NOT with my
mirror reflection, but with my voice on tape,
what fun, playing sing-a-long with myself,
I love recording devices of all kinds –
though I’m too shy to sing for others,
I can sing for myself!