Friday, 27 December 2013

Storm Wind


Storm
Sybil Andrews (1935)


Wrenching wind and black rain
fracture my sleep.
I wait for silence,
afraid of the chaotic darkness.

Above the storm roar a bird sings
thin cascades, bright notes
piercing the wind wall.

How does a bird sing jubilant
into the ferocity?
What obedience brings forth
these fearless carols?

I am absorbed by the endless night
but the bird sings on,
impatient for dawn.

Alice Christie
23.xii.13
Posted by alice c at 00:01

3 comments:

  1. silverpebbleDecember 27, 2013

    Beautiful. It was probably a robin.

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  2. PaolaDecember 27, 2013

    Very nice.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 27, 2013

    It is usually a demented Robin. We have one that sings at night, too.

    When the book comes out, may I please have a signed copy?

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