The Skylark's Song
This poem was inspired by Ralph Vaughan William's 'Lark Ascending' and a recent sighting of a large owl in a tree, followed by the sounds of a singing skylark on a crisp winter's day..written 'to bend the ear and never end'
The wise old owl Keeps watch a while I spot it and It makes me smile Lark ascending Chattering It's serenading Flattering Assuming that It sings for me The things these beings Bring to me Am I the sun The centre point? The pelvis Or the elbow joint? The cog, the core The spinal cord Their snake wrapped round My master's sword A man Within a circled frame It's centre there In all but name A target sat Upon the back The archer's bow An arrow lacks The poet's verse's Central theme To be the Sun Is but a dream The wise owl sees me Thinking still Is thinking Such a bitter pill? The swooping In the matter dark Still singing is The winter lark There its heart I replicate The song I sing The notes I take The simple things Drilled down upon Explored in depth To spit upon The wise old owl A pellet makes A skylark's bones And feathers break Devoured by other Hungry owls Spoken out In broken vowels No bowels will bend Or break for them Instead the owlette Takes from them The essence of The riches found Digested, spat Upon the ground But never will The skylark's song Be broken or Be whistled wrong Towards the sky Its voice ascends To bend the ear And never end