Sunday, 3 May 2015

Sound and Expression

The window of my bedroom sits open:
Birdsong.
I go quiet to listen:
Short trills then longer ones;
Musical phrases.

A conversation between birds:
Invitation
Pleasure
Something light.

Across those sounds
Come others;
The short sharp cracks
of gunfire.
Clay pigeon shoot.

Flat sounds...
I insulate against them.
Repetitive.
Final.
Deadly
with plastic carcasses.