Ode
to a Dark Bird
What bird is this that comes between
my lady and me? She is here to dance in the partial moonlit sky. The serene
lake reflects the moon’s light enough to enable me to shoot my arrow at you,
you wicked bird. That squawk of your song does nothing for me or for my lady. I
beg you to leave or my arrow will pierce your dull brown breast and quiet the
sound of your raspy voice.
See how she moves in the starlight?
Her graceful movement in the summer breeze? You who can fly should understand
that peace in movement. Bring me that peace and I’ll give you yours. Do not and
I will loose my arrow. I
will not miss my lady’s joy in her dance. I warned you, sir. I now draw my bow
and let go my arrow.Oh, peace it will not be for in killing you, I have brought darkness and cold death upon us. My love has flown as you dropped bloodied by my arrow in the field. Beauty has fled. Death to the joyful night and death to you; my love lost in this hasty act.
Take pity ole moon, come light the way or do you too mourn this death? Oh, death, so unkind, like a dark bird.
Inspiration
from painting of what looked like a Canadian Mounted policeman with a bow
and arrow aimed at a bird. Maiden dressed in white dancing on a lakeshore with
partial cloud covered full moon.
LAW
Fraser 3/29/2014
