It's Still Life

Harps of Glitter

And they poured into the church,
the fair,
the rich and young,
the faultless and proud.

And the preacher stood and said,
Let us now sing from page 254.

And for all their language, quips
and babble, and harps of glitter,
all they could manage
was to hum.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Hum”, some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.