This poem was inspired by Thomas Sully's painting (Lady with a Harp: Eliza Ridgely) in 1818.

I wrote this for my Language Arts class

The Harp

Strumming, swaying, singing

The essence of music is calming

So unlike the stormy sea behind me,

My heart, it shows me the softness of song

When I feel my soul sing,

I run to the harp and pluck a string

Then I go off in a frenzy to see

If only I could touch another’s soul

When I start to touch mine,

Someone interrupts me in my shrine

I try to stay a bashful young lady,

Although inside, I am a storming cloud

I play to their wishes

When I need to speak, my gown swishes

When they go, I play a song that is oh

So unlike the stormy sea behind me

Written By

Mythical Luver

May 2005