Anthony Dalby

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Siren's Song - Poem by Anthony Dalby

You called me again last night, thick still pool on the moor
you called me by the mournful pipes and sickly yellow light drawn by your bow

By your neck thrown back, the rowan thrust back in the autumn wind
the sheep strands snagged in the brambles barbs
and the cracked dust of ewe bones
thrown against the velvet moss

Draw me back to all beginnings.
before the start.
the still thick black oil stillness
smothers the yearning from whence our journeys stem
slip o’er the rim, and trace the silver line, secret in the bog
and sound the words from in hidden chambers
run down your throat and chest and curve and slide
to draw your secret parts in sound through all the sweet air

Thus the Siren’s song begins

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T his probably needs more explanation. This is derived from a Katherine Tickell concert I went to last Friday, and the extrodinary way she draws landscape through her music. In particular the music took me to a dark tarn in the Lake District which I sense is a fountainhead from where poetry stems, but defies being captured in words.

This is an attempt to capture part of it......


Comments about Siren's Song by Anthony Dalby

  • (5/13/2006 4:07:00 AM)


    Wonderfully rich imagery, really liked these lines:

    'The sheep strands snagged in the brambles barbs
    And the cracked dust of ewe bones
    thrown against the velvet moss'

    A truly visual write Anthony - even without the explanation! Kind regards, Justine
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, June 4, 2007


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