Posts tagged ‘sounds’

14/07/2013

6am, Sunday

 

A flickering of morning wings;

A wire buzz of starling flocks;

A distant dog which echoes hills:

Vibrations of another day.

 

A tyre drone and clunking gears;

A martin pulling songs from mist;

Allotment cockerels blaring dust:

My eyes are shut, I feel the sounds.

 

The Sunday papers brought by van;

The jackdaws of a hundred eaves;

The voices raised some streets away:

Each sound has found its space in me.

 

The air is shimmering with life:

Despairing, yearning, joyous life.

 

 

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02/01/2013

Evening Air, Lisbon

 

The city air is swept with swifts.

In gusts they drift, then dart as one,

A howling cloud, a swirling hoard:

They shatter all pretense of calm.

 

The sky leaks shadows from the trams,

And spreads them through the boulevards.

The dust and smoke that made the day,

Now settle back and sink away.

 

The heat and drains and old cigars –

An opalescent mix of scents –

Are snaking over castle hill,

And wrap around the wings of gulls.

 

Above the screams of love and fear,

The swifts fly free through city air.