The Hollybrook Harp Boxed in deep sedimented paint and peat and time, you are the willowed window through which we listen darkly. Phantom strain above intersecting joints you wire us into the dim reverberations of sustaining songs and sorrows. Cassocked in unremarkable layers black light alone illuminates your depths and bares your tattooed shoulder. Absence is windowed by your frame. Still, bog priestess, it is you that moves the air to music.
Robert Stewart Heaney is a teacher and writer. He is the author of three scholarly books and editor and contributor to numerous collections on religious thought, history, and the intersections of art and transformative action. Originally from Ireland, he holds a D.Phil from the University of Oxford and lives and works in the USA.