Sunday, 20 January 2013

The January Tree


Inverted witch brooms.
Knotty handles
planted in iron:
candles flower,
glowing blooms
in vaporous air, where
birds black as bats
stir, circle and swirl, specks
that vanish like bubbles
surfacing in cauldrons.



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4 comments:

  1. birds black as bats

    something about the closeness of the simile gives the image a density.

    Lovely to see the Christy Moore clip too.

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  2. Thank you WB. It's a consoling piece of music isn't it.

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  3. ...the icy road

    thanks for this! Your poem compliments the song, springs off it very nicely. I don't have to pick my favorite man, thanks to the tree which is all of them, very January.

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  4. Thank you. Now let us carry on together down the icy road...

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