I was not the Harpist’s pencil.
In his box of various pencils
I was neither the sharpest
‘nor’ the harpist’s.
Truth be told,
I had been borrowed
many moons before
by the harpist –
from the cellist –
and, although possession
is ninety percent of the law,
a pencil-sharpener wouldn’t go amiss once in a while,
and I consider that the harpist
should be charged with neglect –
he is, I have noticed,
highly strung
and lacking substance
and style.
