When I realised the date, it occurred to me that perhaps some of the members would have better things to do than sit around discussing poetry. Then again, perhaps poets are most inspired when crossed in love, so it should have come as no surprise that there was the biggest turn out yet for the group.
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A fragment of an old poem to start off with:
Under the apple treee, a prattle
of tabby-feathered sparrows anticipates
the flick and snap of chequered tablecloth
that signals their breadcrumb breakfast.
I was reminded of the image because I had a newspaper clipping sent to me the other day – yes, there are still people who read printed newspapers, albethey freebies, and who cut out things other than coupons to send on accompanied by real letters to specific people, rather than glancing superficially at on-line phrases and sending irrelevant links to everyone in their email address book. It was a cutting about the Spanish sparrow who is causing a furore in a coastal village in Hampsire.
Continue reading “a flock of bird thoughts”
Skin to skin we lie
as dawn silvers the sky
beyond the cherry branches
Staying with churches, but moving down from the belfries that have featured in the last couple of posts, I’ve been looking through some old notes and came across this fragment:
In the village church,
a noseless angel
spreads his wings
above a skull.
I don’t seem to have a photo of the noseless angel, but I did manage to find the rather fine demon on the right on one of my many unlabelled CDs.
I think the demon is from one of the Cathar sites in southern France, while the angel was almost certainly in Spain. Now I come to think of it, though, it was probably in la Sierra de Francia, so they may be distant cousins.
Against a spring-blue sky
the twitch and loop of flickering wings
says: pipistrelle!
Of course it’s saying it in Spanish, and I see from the IberiaNature glossary that there are some two dozen species of murciélago in Spain, so I may be mis-hearing what’s being said.
Continue reading “(not) a batting title”
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