For my dear friend Geoff
The house expands, cracking stiff mortar limbs,
Kettle rumbles against a sulking sky.
Blackbird and Robin harmonise their hymns,
As Sparrow chirps interject keeping time.
A baritone dog barks, when car engine stirs,
Boilers play steaming trumpet fanfare blasts.
Blue Tits, in stuttering staccato chirrs,
Duet with tap dancing squirrel on glass.
Mist drips just fall, the score calls for piano,
Content, the fridge just hums, no need to shine.
Magpie divas demand spotlight solos,
While Starling’s strum a mechanical whine.
The distant seagull, silently glides by,
Jet engines grumble, encompassing sky.
Please do leave me your thoughts and comments, in praise or constructive criticism, I appreciate them all and will reply.
2 thoughts on “Matins”
I really love this poem! Nailed it! 😎
Ahhh, thank you sooo much.The research was almost a meditation.