Aviary (I – excerpted)
By Tom MacIntyre
Spirit-birds love
black of the bog,
banks loaded,
juice on the spade,
from nowhere gather
in celebration,
taste the action,
call it home.
You venture close :
pacey echoes
stir and murmur
names forgone,
Whimbrel, Whinchat,
Grebe, Merganser,
the names don’t fit
quite, the birds mind
their own business,
a heron shows,
lifts, departs,
you’ve met before,
that’s the hero
nicked your cap
and will not, will not
give it back…..
- Aviary , from A Glance Will Tell You And A Dream Confirm,Tom MacIntyre. Dedalus Press, 1994, Dublin.
- ‘The Philosopher and The Birds , Wittgenstein at Rosroe’
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