
Night Bird
Who am I? Solitary, night’s songstress?
I split the fine silence for miles around.
Protest the hush when everything else sleeps sound.
Black is the colour of my love, Like a –
Sort of hollow, that will swallow you whole –
If you listen or muse on me , too long.
I taste the mud earth, drink from rich mineral,
Sparkling lights of old Orion reflect –
From the dead dark lake ‘king’s silver hand’s high
In ebony waters, his joyous pain.
I Sing for him my sweetest note of all..
Eminent melody soars abandoned lands.
Stand, seized, aching in his Deathlike exit.
Surrendered and drowned out with the dawn.

© Sinéad Nic Síoda
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