Willow Warbler

Willow Warbler

A Poem by Terpsichore

Romney marsh , five a.m.
Just me and the mutt
out here again,
and I'm thinking of Terence, 
fading in the hospice.
He tried to apologise
for the years of deceit,
so I told him it wasn't deceit,
just self preservation;
and that we all knew
his rough and ready 
barrack room camaraderie
disguised a wish to kiss
rather than kill.

So here I am
out here early on the marsh
and I get peace of mind,
while Terence hovers
on the edge of coma,
peaceful at last, knowing 
he was always first choice
of backup, despite his leanings.

Soon, the shadows of night melt away
and Natures' nocturne
heralds the start of a new day.
The great Sun star rises , medieval,
shafts through drifts of mist,
though only me and the mutt, 
and sheep, see it.
Missed by sleepy people .

And here by the dyke
among the reeds and sedges,
a flash of rusty cinnamon,
a flitting dart of living light.
The gargled chirruc-churr
( like pebbles rubbed together )
of the reed warbler,
sidling up a reed stem,
momentarily paused in flight.

This delicate bird,
so glad to see the morning,
sings it's little heart out,
survived another night.

Later today I will visit Terence,
although this time I know
he may not remember me;
and I am minded that It only
the flick of a switch
to set the suffering free;
and an understanding
that the time has come
to finally let things be.

© 2016 Terpsichore

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The delicate bird is a good metaphor for Terence. Now small and desperate for the living light.

You told this well. It has emotion that seeps in at the end.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Beautiful, you grabbed into your mind and life if but for a brief moment and I was you. It's amazing brief moments of though can make for such a delightful poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Poignant... a dilemma of life... very well described...
An enjoyable (though sad) read!!

Posted 1 Year Ago

My innate misanthropy is up for air. The mutt seems more important than the failing human. The mutt is more constant than we humans. So too the sun is a reassuring presence that makes human life seem of little importance. And as for the bird, its song is more beautiful in its innocence than any of our pointless doings. We can't match the mutt, the sun or the warbler. Nor do they need us to validate them in any way. That said, our feelings are perhaps at their best when they focus outwards and not on our own feelings and flaws, for our lives repeatedly come up short. But then we did choose that damn apple. Much good it did us.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Ah.... How can anything be so tragically beautiful. There is a dichotomy here that is so incredibly wrenching. The suffering of the protagonist is obvious but it is the reaching to nature that tugs so strongly.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on November 9, 2016
Last Updated on November 9, 2016



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