Posts tagged ‘storytelling’

15/06/2013

Three Storytellers

 

He hears his name in robin’s songs,

The cadence calls him from the scrub.

He answers in his shaky voice:

They understand but don’t respond.

 

She sees the heron spell her name

In semaphore with arching wings.

She signals back, she jumps and flaps,

They catch her drift, but on they pass.

 

I see the clouds, I hear the trees,

I feel the rumbling through my feet.

The world is here, and I am here,

With robins, herons, clouds and breeze.

 

They speak to us, they know our names,

And nothing here will ever change.

 

 

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10/02/2013

The Night I Saw “Babette’s Feast”

 

On Brighton beach I watched the birds

Form dark aurora round the pier.

The sunset burned their patterned swirls

As afterglow across my mind.

 

I watched them as they sucked the light,

And dragged it down beneath the waves,

And when the neon broke their spell,

A lonely soul, I left the sea.

 

I went to watch a late night film.

The cinema smelled old and cold.

I drifted through a dreamlike meal,

In darkness tasted beer and bread.

 

A solitary watcher blind:

A film as still as life and time.

 

 

response to the film Babette’s Feast, and to art house cinemas.

 

 

 

04/01/2013

Shearwater (Sylph of Trolleval)

 

The voices echo through the isles:

An invocation from the skies,

A ceaseless chant around the hills,

A manic chattering of spells.

 

We are interpreters who hear

These mystery songs and forge our tales,

Our ocean rhymes, our waves of light,

Our words of human fear and flight.

 

The wisdom in the speech of birds

Is knowledge from a different world.

Our mountain stories magnify

The hubris in the things we know.

 

The shearwater spoke no words:

We missed the truth in what was heard.

 

 

shared with Poetry Pantry

Trolleval (Trollebhal)