A bare afternoon

A bare afternoon

Waking to a breaking thought
rude warblers in the tree’s dark
contort the image
      in the eye
                    of a sundered dream
into a wholesome bounteous vision

The symphony is expansive
trained to unnatural correctness
alien to the warbler
bends order to
mastered mindfulness
         regimental violins
         scold and chastise
the senses to D Major

Now the sparrow and Segovia
   minuet in the sun
      lurk in the veins
          clasping word on wing
              numbing sense within sound
silenced within windows
the blaring harshness of the warbler

 © T. Wignesan, London – 1963 from the collection: tell them I’m gone. Paris: 1983.

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