That finch is a poet!!
P
Ps I may be old senile (bit like Bircumshaw and Hamilton) but you cannot be
on two planes at the same time-unless perhaps one is inside the other or are
you sort of splitting yourself into two (not recommended!)
P concerned (I know these ozzies can be crazey ) your Pom
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of andrew burke
Sent: 30 November 2010 08:50
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Subject: snap: Northbridge
The birds are still in flight. Believe the birds.
*~ Jack Spicer*
Tuesday morning, 10.45am, Northbridge is dead.
The Deen, partiest pub on a Saturday night,
is a silent, empty shell. A Chinese youth
cleans down the window ledges
and door entrances - scrubbing,
rinsing, pushing sudsy water to the gutter.
The weekend news on television
and the front pages of the press
are often filled with images
of this pub's brawling patrons or
forensic close-ups of dried pools of blood.
Now, all is silent, except a light chirping,
a skipping note whistled from
a tiny beak. I look up at dusty top windows
and old awning fixtures long disused.
There a small finch hops and darts
delightedly between perches, hop, dart,
tweet, a single note whistled
over and over like she is singing
to herself, imagining the new nest
and the little ones within it,
little beaks tweeting in
morning sunlight.
--
PS: A day early but I shall be on two planes tomorrow and don't know when
I'll be in internet contact again.
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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