A Bare Afternoon

Waking to a breaking thought rude warblers in the tree’s dark contort the image in the eye of a sundered dream into a wholesome bounteous vision The symphony is expansive trained to unnatural correctness alien to the warbler bends order to mastered mindfulness regimental violins scold and chastise the senses to D Major Now the sparrow and Segovia minuet in the sun lurk in the veins clasping word on wing numbing sense within sound silenced within windows the blaring harshness of the warbler © T. Wignesan, London – 1963 from the collection: tell them I’m gone. Paris: 1983.