Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Two ROOKS in a DEWY meadow EARLY one MORNING

They rose into the air.
Oh my Lord...
How they rose into the air.

I was coming down from Old Lodge Hill
Boots heavy with mud, wading
A slough
Of sullen emptiness;
The church below me
Adrift in a grey mizzle sea.

When,
On ragged, tar-slicked wings
That flared with splintered fire,
They rose together
Into the air
Above the shrouded earth.

And if this universe
Could have contained
The three of us,
I swear...
Oh my Lord,
How I swear,
Right there and then
I would have stretched out my arms
And would have risen with them.


15 comments:

  1. Beautiful!! Glad to see you writing again~ I've missed it!!

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  2. Your words always carry me to new worlds..I admire your work so much! You are an incredible soul!

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    1. Thank you Victoria and thank you for the endless inspiration you give in word and image.

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  3. And if this universe
    Could have contained
    The three of us,
    I swear...
    Oh my Lord,
    How I swear,
    Right there and then
    I would have stretched out my arms
    And would have risen with them.


    incredible lines....so philosophical....I have always felt there is something ethereal about birds flying in the blue skies...there was a time when I used to lie in the terrace gazing above at the eagles gliding so effortlessly.. they are free and fearless..they are perfect...makes you believe in God..

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    1. Oh YES, Athira!!
      It is so strange this feeling of empathy/yearning we feel with birds, isn't it? We don't quite share that same feeling with fish (though I think dolphins and whales may come very close to it).
      You are absolutely right in describing them as 'free' - they've even become a metaphor for freedom ('as free as a bird') - I wonder why? I wonder why we identify with them at such a deep psychological level.

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    2. thats something to think about.....whats with us humans and birds......even I wonder..

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  4. "on ragged, tar-slicked wings" - such wonderful wordsmithing. I can see them now! Thank you for sharing, I am always inspired :)

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    1. Haha thank you, Mandy. I am also rather excited and inspired by the new moves (literally!) in your life. I can feel and savour the freshness of your new worlds! :))

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    1. Alas the clay here seems to cling to my boots and hold me earthbound ;)
      So lovely to see you again

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  6. The landing lyrics are themselves words of God.

    Yannis Politopoulos

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    1. Thank you, Yannis. That is a beautiful thing to say.

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