The Poetry of Sound

The pipers regale us,
a battle cry of old
marching as they go.
An accordion picks up
the spirit of island sagas,
the sea and the shore.
Sweet songs of sorrow,
Gaelic tunes
haunt our ears.
Love letters from
a soldier long gone.
The poetry of sound
wraps itself round
the words that flow.

Sue Wallace-Shaddad
first published in Suffolk Poetry Society’s magazine Twelve Rivers, Spring 2015