SONGBIRD – written & spoken

 

 

Songbird

It was a moment to be prized,

trudging home when the

summer storm was spent,

leaving a turbid sky from a

sombre palette painted, with

it’s browns and swirls of ivory

cloud, like cream stirred but once

in coffee.

While fingers of candle yellow

sunlight stretched to earth,

still warm at the day’s end.

I pushed my sodden cap back,

on hearing the joyous sound that is

the melody of a feathered Herald.

There, at the very top of a

skeletal tree, bereft of bark and leaf,

perched a Song Thrush in full voice,

as if it’s purpose was to announce

the passing of storms and I thought

he did it so well

11 thoughts on “SONGBIRD – written & spoken

    1. Thank you very much indeed Roland, it was a ‘peak experience’ from my teenage years . I’m just discovering Geoffrey Hill’s work and wondered, if you are familiar with this poet, what your opinion was. I’m fascinated by his character .

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  1. Nigel, ‘he did it so well’ you say at the end – and so did you. You read your poem so beautifully. ” it’s browns and swirls of ivory
    cloud, like cream stirred but once in coffee ” .
    What a wonderful image . Besides , I love song birds….and given me the one who doesn’t.😊🦋
    Miriam

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    1. Thank you Miriam, it was a ‘Peak experience’ that I remember in minute detail from my teenage years. Myself and my mother have freakish memory recall and several poems are based on past experiences above and beyond the norm.

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