Day 629 of the daily poems, continuing the Music theme: your Editor recalls a brief meeting between wife and a colleague one bright summery morning …
Musical ability
My dear Doreen, he says,
accentuating the second syllable,
tall in his houndstooth jacket,
tattersall check shirt,
brown silk foulard,
and cavalry twill trousers,
not forgetting the highly polished tan brogues
and the small pink rose in his buttonhole.
My dear Doreen –
confident in what he so casually describes as
his ‘gardening clothes’ –
Doreen, we were so desperate to ensure
the success of our musical soirée
at which my cousin would play,
would play the Mozart Sonata facile,
that I said to Sarah “who do we know
who has musical ability?”
Sarah of course said “Doreen;
Doreen has musical ability …”
and so we were thinking of calling on you
of calling on you Doreen to
save the performance –
but in fact at the very last moment
we found somebody else
to turn the pages.
Peter Ualrig Kennedy