© 2019 Kitty Macfarlane 

Photography by Todd MacDonald - toddmacdonaldmedia.com

STARLING SONG

 

We stop and let the sky take hold of our breath

As the last of the evening light flees to the west

The stars they soon will start to pace overhead

Like the rush in a sea shell

Or a hum in the maize

Or the mutter of pages turned in haste

 

The banks of the river Brue lie folded in pleats

Like the lines that the morning left pressed into your cheek

The sun, a fading creature, shivers with your heartbeat

They fly over the stories

Held in the peat

Telling their own in a million wingbeats

Like the rush in a sea shell

Or a hum in the maize

Or the mutter of pages turned in haste

 

Above a Leviathan assembles in the sky

It's like watching a thought take hold in someone else's eyes

And I wish I could hear all the thoughts in your mind

Then as everything falters and everything falls

Like the hush before breakers shatter the shore

They fly over the stories

Held in the peat

Telling their own in a million wingbeats

Like the rush in a sea shell

Or a hum in the maize

Or the mutter of pages turned in haste

NAMER OF CLOUDS

There was a time when all that was known

Of our skies was danger and divine

A small boy stands face pressed to the glass

He understands the need to define

 

The changing shapes, the chaos and calm

The shadows cast as winds collide

Tries to explain with words not yet written

Put name to face, the need to define

 

To give a name to something fleeting

Asigning words to speak aloud

To give the abstract world a meaning

Become the namer of clouds

 

Is there strength in making a mark

Sculpting clay and shaping the stones

This human need to name the sublime

Childish desire to bring the sky close

 

How did we become so bold

Seize the heavens claim control

We are always steps away

From our flaws and feet of clay