The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday


Photo: The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, music, poem

13 responses to “The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Sometimes words are inadequate to express what the mind wants to say, but having nothing else, your poem resonates with a deep spiritual aspect.

    Liked by 3 people

  2. That sound… I could sense it!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Oh yes exactly how if feels, Amazing Grace on the bagpipes! Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. lync56

    Beautifully somber


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