Nesting, Window and Frances Horovitz

06 Apr

There is a pair of Blue Tits investigating our lighthouse bird-house.DSCN0313



There is some beautiful architecture in our small town.

Today’s poem is ‘Flowers’ by Frances Horovitz and I found it in my new poetry book, Being Human, a brilliant collection. I love the two contrasting pictures that this poem brings to mind.

Flowers by Frances Horovitz (1938-1983)
(for Winifred Nicholson)

a dozen or more,
I picked one summer afternoon
from field and hedgerow.
resting against a wall
I held them up
to hide the sun.
Cell by cell,
exact as dance,
I saw the colour,
structure, purpose
of each flower.
I named them with their secret names.
They flamed in air.

But, waking
I remember only two
– soapwort and figwort,
the lilac and the brown.
The rest I guess at
but cannot see
– only myself,
almost a ghost upon the road,
without accoutrement,
holding the flowers
as torch and talisman
against the coming dark.


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3 responses to “Nesting, Window and Frances Horovitz

  1. Sarah Longes - Mirador Design

    April 7, 2016 at 6:27 pm

    Really hope the blue tits use your nest box!! I love watching the fledglings in our gardens 🙂


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