Feet that could be clawed but are not ...
Arms that might have flown but did not ...
No one said 'Let there be angels!' but the birds
Whose choirs fling alleluias over the sea,
Herring gulls, black backs carolling raucously
While cormorants dry their wings on a rocky stable.
Plovers that stoop to sanctify the land
And scoop small, roundy mangers in the sand,
Swaddle a saviour each in a speckled shell.
A chaffinchy fife unreeling in the marsh
Accompanies the tune a solo thrush
Half sings, half talks in riffs of wordless words,
As hymns flare up from tiny muscled throats,
Robins and hidden wrens whose shiny notes
Tinsel the precincts of the winter sun.
What loftier organ than these pipes of beech,
Pillars resounding with the jackdaws' speech,
And poplars swayed with light like shaken bells?
Wings that could be hands, but are not ...
Cries that might be pleas but cannot
Question or disinvent the stalker's gun,
Be your own hammerbeam angels of the air
Before, in the maze of space, you disappear,
Stilled by our dazzling anthrocentric mills.
An interesting poem nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm
'No one said 'Let there be angels! ' but the birds' loved this and the symphony of birds featured so beautifully throughout the poem
Oh! I liked this so much! She took her reader into her world and made us welcome and made us see and hear and feel as we should always do when we look upon the world God has created for us
Loved this poem..as I soared with the gulls over the sea..naming each bird we find by seaside..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb Poem..Be your own hammerbeam angels of the air Before, in the maze of space, you disappear, Stilled by our dazzling anthrocentric mills.