Sunday, 7 June 2009

White Dove


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White-winged dove (Zenaida asiatica), North Carolina Zoological Park: photo by J. Folmer, 2003



A white dove lies broken
They’ve taken her into the cave of cold machines
Tomorrow the sky will open again
To receive her
There is an awakening a keen
A fresh sense of things
But no one’s here to feel it

I’ve gone up above the city to look and wait
For the rain to begin
And there are these sounds
The black gnashing of a cloud against
The cloud ceiling
The blind flapping of a wing
Against the steelmesh netting of the cage


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Escape from submerging colony, Cove Beach, Ano Nuevo State Reserve, California: photo by Wing-Chi Poon, 2007
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2 comments:

  1. Zephirine8 June 2009 at 16:30

    Lovely interplay of image and verse with all these 'bird' posts, Tom... I like this poem in particular.

    There is an awakening a keen
    A fresh sense of things
    But no one’s here to feel it

    Lovely.

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  2. TC/BTP8 June 2009 at 17:53

    Many thanks, Zeph.

    I've always wanted wings, but obviously have not yet earned them...said Icarus (spash!). Have therefore settled for a vicarious pinion or two, borrowed from our aerial companions.

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