~@~ The Fall and Flight of a Craftbird ~@~
(Poem inspired by Radio 3′s The essay , broadcast on Thursday 29th april 2010 and entitled “the scientist and the romantic – the songbird and soi-fa”)
Nightingale song
Like a drug;
Long metaphysical treasure hunt
For a psychic hug
Pulled down to join thuggery
And sweating out my rural poetry
In some overambitious city
Where
I used debased meanings
In my longing to find
Mozart’s starling:
A sweet, soothing darling
*
The feathers crumbled in my hands
*
Now I skim wings on new plans
Bigger and brighter than these thematic stars
Leave
Whisky to jars
In draughts that passed bars
No more tumbleweed tunes
But a moon made
Of cheese, to choose
Something more solitary
*
Since birth,
A murmur made my rate irregular
Since death,
My heart movements
Are faster,
Shinier than the most metallic
Spectacular
Melodic
Discontent
*
Found my personal blackbird;
A national spring moment
I fly a unique middle third
In keen architectural comment
And
In removing the thorn from my side
Cried
On beds of petals and horse hair
To shake through fear,
Now I am clear
To care
Again:
Mended this broken harp
*
Dictation lesson died.
Dialed…
Every G natural cranked
Up
To
G sharp
Universe whispers my Out
Of Time tune,
No need
To find it, like before:
One day, someone, will want
To read my score
