"'dilly dilly,' calls the loft hawk, 'Come and be killed...'" Dylan Thomas

 

Currently reading Michael Longley's The Slain Birds...  

 

No state-sanctioned death should be forgotten. No injustice should remain unnamed. 

 

Beware the hawks. 

 

From his "Quatrains"

 

III

 

The deadly smoke belching night and day

And screams from the tortured and dying

Meant the birds stopped singing at Auschwitz.

Sanity was remembering their names. 

rescued from the middenheap

 

     How beautiful,

After the autumn storm,

     The red pepper.

                           Buson

Music and News

I've finally posted the piece of music by my second born (they identify as they/them now). Sorry I never did post their original piece but you can find their cover here (with a piece of surprising news about Blue)! Gosh darn I love their version of the song, "If I Died On You" (originally by Karl Blau). The hair stands on my arms.

the thusness of small things

 

rowan berries burning, even in winter

 

With a red brush

The mountain-ash burned:

The leaves were falling

And I was born.

From a short three verse poem by Marina Tsvetaeva. (I would like to find a published English translation of this rowan berry poem. If anyone has a source, I'd be grateful to be made aware.)