Concert Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

There netted from the deep
dream - charmed
ocean

The sunken garden
Where the dry leaves
Scuttle before
The west wind

The spread sunshine on the
Bench by the far wall

The rose blooming
In December
By your left shoulder

The concert now over
The harpsichord folds down

The recorder tenderly
Tucked in its quarters

All the golden notes somewhere
Still in the webbed lace
Of tinkling strings sounding:

Reflections ride on the curved
Melody rising and
Burst bubbles answer

The eyes awakening
Dispersed again into nothingness