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Walk, Moth and A Poem

28 Aug

Daughter No 3 has been here for the day along with her partner and their daughter and what a truly lovely day we have had together hanging out in the garden, having lunch and then a lively walk along the Flat Lode Trail. We haven’t seen them all for many months so this afternoon had its emotional moments.

Dancing up the trail

Two generations looking out of Wheal Uny

We spotted a little moth on the down pipe.I think it’s a Striped Twin-spot Carpet moth.

While the grownups were chatting, LiveWire No 4 declared herself bored and her daddy introduced us to a beautiful poem, ” You’re Bored, Child? ” by Felix Dennis, a poet new to me but one I intend to find out more about. Read it aloud, hear the assonance  and the alliteration, picture  ‘life’s miracle’ unfolding in front of you. I love it!

Look at the birds.
Learn to listen to their chatter,
Their flitting, twittering flights for no
Discernible purpose; the clatter
And the cawing of that black crow,
The furtive, dry-leaved peck and scrape
Of blackbirds blundering in a bush
Seeking worms and beetles; the shape
Of the wagtail’s wing; the shove and push
Of tits among the bacon rinds;
The eerie, invisible knock,
Knock knock as a woodpecker finds
A bark grub; the wheeling starling flock.
Look at the birds.

Look at the earth.
Scoop up a handful in your palm.
Not for nothing have men plundered,
Murdered, fought and wrought great harm
Among their kind — whole empires sundered —
Just to own it, or to believe
They did. Crumble it. What’s it worth?
Ask a farmer stooping to sheave
A field of sun ripe wheat. The Earth!
The land! Listen, listen to me!
The blood of kings lies in your hand,
What came before— and what shall be.
Think on it. Seek to understand.
Look at the earth.

Look at the sky.
An emptiness? The blue-walled womb
Of all that is, of all that ever
Grazed or grew or swam — and met its doom —
Beneath our tyrant sun. Forever
Heaving, blowing, sleeting, snowing,
Raining, resting — bringing with the night
Its velvet, eerie canvas, glowing
With long dead messengers of light.
And yet, who looks— with wit to see?
Should you take long enough to chart
This wheel of time and mystery
Life’s miracle will swamp your heart.
Look at the sky.

You’re bored, child?
 

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8 responses to “Walk, Moth and A Poem

  1. nrhatch

    August 30, 2020 at 7:29 pm

    Great poem.
    Nature nurtures.

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  2. Hils Bryant

    August 29, 2020 at 9:19 am

    Fabulous poem!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. Kim Ridgeon

    August 28, 2020 at 8:30 pm

    Felix Dennis, an Oz trial veteran! Then publisher and poet. I can’t recall the year he died but not that long ago. Very accessible work generally.

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  4. Sue

    August 28, 2020 at 7:40 pm

    Oh oh oh, wonderful poem. Thank you Sally, and Tom, (and Bluebell for provoking it’s telling)

    Liked by 1 person

     
    • mybeautfulthings

      September 3, 2020 at 1:21 pm

      Glad you like it too, a special one indeed and lovely that T introduced it to us. 🙂

      Like

       

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