It’s cadralor time at dverse. I let the Oracle guide this one. It isn’t a good cadralor; the stanzas share too many similarities.
Bird songs and cycles
1.
After dusk, the world belongs to the green bird.
The cycle of frost and cold that has us shivering beside the stove
has no hold on its sleek wings;
it sings in the rain, coaxing shoots from hidden seeds.
2.
We watch the hillside for the stones to walk,
you and I, to take the path that has no roots,
follow it until the dawn comes lonely,
and the wind croons a soothing song of the earth.
3.
I was the only one in the family who couldn’t sing.
There were lots of reasons why we split up, but you never guessed
how much I hated how you sneered when I hummed a tune.
In my head I heard Callas, a summer blackbird.
4.
The light that falls from the sky is ancient,
older than trees and stones that make the bones of this earth.
It glows on the skin of this hawthorn berry, reflected,
just for a moment, in the blackbird’s hungry eye.
5.
Moon is cold rock, colour of white-water,
and the night is blue, breathing soft as owl-flight.
What seems young and vibrant is older than our songs,
and it all comes around again, regular as fledglings in spring.
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