I recognised you from your song
long before I saw you in the apple tree.
Each day a cycle of clicks, twangs, bell-notes,
and chuckles. No mate flew to your trembling
throat. On the sixth day I saw you flit from branch
to branch in the shadow of leaves, then you were
gone – but your endless song brought me back
to praise you again and again.
Alchemist from Africa! Your gold
is quick-silvery song – your name –
our way of transmutation –
of speaking in tongues.
Note: Nightingale: Obviously ‘nightsinger’ but Gala also from Old Norse meaning song, merriment, yell, of air. In my poem I’ve alluded to the musicality of the nightingale’s song and the evolution of language.
I am retired and live in the NE of England. I try and keep active and interested and involved in a variety of activities: yoga, walking, writing and, since Sept 2019, taking groups round art galleries. We discuss what we have seen and share thoughts about how the works of art have affected us personally. Hopefully I can set up another blog/website about this latter subject before the New Year. My reading includes poetry, fiction, philosophy and other non-fiction. My writing reflects my interests, as you can see if you browse my blog-posts. A number of my poems and other writings have been published online.
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2 thoughts on “Nightingale”
directly touched my heart.
All the best,
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Thanks for your comment GolNaran.