Aberfeldy
A frenetic firebird
fills the skies,
with a philharmonia
of Stravinsky strings
as we plunge from
Meall an Lochain
into a footbath
of fermented froth:
a veiled vacuum: a fungus
of microscopic crystals
that festoon Aberfeldy.
Flickers of streetlights,
stooped and scrunched
lonely figures,
unaware of the light
and life above,
creep past as we form
a crawl, a worm of drivers
in this ephemeron
clinging to the ice cold Tay.
4 comments:
A neat sweep of images, as though brought by a wind down from high crag and through city and mind. Thanks, Gordon.
A dynamic piece. A "firebird" poem of great images.
Good to see you here, Gordon!
so much great music in this. admirable indeed. had to read this aloud a few times. yummy.
Thanks folks on my first post!
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