Posts tagged ‘nightjars’

09/06/2013

Night Birds Calling

 

In other times, on darker nights,

The ones who carved the stones would quake

At forest howls, at spirit streams,

At shadows flitting through the trees.

 

But us: we see the lights of planes,

We hear the distant hum of roads,

We search the nightjar – tick that box –

We walk straight lines of forest tracks.

 

Oblique we stand – their world breaks through –

There’s distance here that we can’t know.

We hear the birds, we sense the fear:

Religion, science, mean little here.

 

Our pride and indolence are new,

These creatures scream from something true.

 

 

04/11/2012

The Garden

 

The garden stretched out in the dark,

To olive groves as old as air,

To pines in which the nightjars whirled,

And clapped their wings attracting mates.

 

The garden kept its boundaries vague:

It ended, but it never ceased.

The smell of earth and growth the same,

No matter how the planet turned.

 

The garden had an ancient name,

And older still its crumbling walls.

The nightingales could tell its tales,

Instead they chose to lure the moon.

 

The garden drew us back to muse

On how we’d lived, and how we’d tried.