Strings Of Her Harp Poem by Clive Blake

Strings Of Her Harp

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She tickled the harp's ribs;
As if it were a young child,
The notes escaped giggling;
The harp happy and beguiled.

Notes so silkily smooth,
None too flat or too sharp,
As her fingers flowed like liquid
Over the strings of her harp.

Notes twinkling like the stars
From the dark heavens above,
Winging their way skywards as if
Chased by a white dove.

Notes deceptively simple,
Yet so perfectly placed,
Music freed now forever;
Never again to be traced...

Strings Of Her Harp
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: music
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was published in the book 'View Points and Points of View' in 2009.In the book, it is combined with a photograph (phoetry) .This poem + photograph + audio of the poet reading it, can be found on a Free iPhone/iPad App by Ross Blewett entitled 'Phoetry1Free'.

Poem read by the poet.
Audio recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios, Cornwall.
Photography by Chris Robbins, Cornwall.

Permissions:
I give my permission for any individual, library or educational establishment, to use any of my poetry, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way.
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