What gift is a garland of song?
A poem by Kate Wakeling
A garland of flowers
might be sweet-stemmed,
star-white, steeped in scent:
a lovely thing indeed,
but flowers given must be
clipped and bound.
They droop and fade.
A song, though, holds
its place in time.
It is purest patience
waiting mutely on the page.
It can be woken up
with just the breath
and finger tip.
It can move a soul, let’s say,
two hundred years,
and usher in a bright September day,
where – under a sky swept clean –
two figures may at last lean close.
What gift is a garland of song?
It is time remade,
or a wish, so nearly lost,
held safe.
For a song is alive, always,
in its sounding.
It buds and blooms.
It too can scent the air
with all that’s good and true,
and, with a single note,
it lets the past
grow new.
From a Garland of Song
(c) Kate Wakeling 2023