Saturday, 18 April 2009
Proms
Mother played the piano
not a marvellous voice but I loved to sing
Ivor Novello and a song called Trees
ivory notes and black made a pattern
upright piano, fancy things, candle holders at each side
two sisters and myself
stood around her and tried to sing
wish I could see it
the rehearsal in Covent Garden, the orchestra in short sleeves
can’t see anything
but I can listen
the sound is low
then bursts out with drums
I picture the conductor
I can always picture the conductor.
Myra Ellis
5 September 2008
Photo © Lois Blackburn 2008
Labels:
arthur+martha,
Kindness,
music,
older people,
poetry
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