Gaelic

your harp
plays upon the stars
and faeries
dance around the strings

dew stained strands
plucked with light
carry faces
that only clouds can see

if you play
only for me
a hidden light
may burst from nothingness

my hair
strung into your harp
holds rodewood
that can only be good

Lia Hiebert
From Fort Sanity ’88

Fort San writers c. 1980s. Lia Pas (née Heibert), back row 4th from left. Courtesy Lia Pas.