Poem reponse to narrowness

Posted: February 16, 2013 in Chat
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There are three of us together here

the window, myself and the garden

as if we are one, a looking moment.

The same light falls on each

though differently.

 

The garden readies itself for the Spring surge;

a bird-shaped smudge on the glass – blackbird

or hawk? prey or predator? –

throws the hue of old hydrangeas through

the whole spectrum, as that old owl

Newton named it.

 

I am blinded equally by colour

and clear air, in wintry sun –

it confuses and exhilarates

with its profusion; its commentary

adding textures that contextualise

everything.

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