NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified

Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music.

I wish I could write a poem

Like Williams wrote

The Lark Ascending

Those trills and furls of sheer beauty

Capturing the essence of song

The spring morn,

The warmth of the sun on my back

There’s a word for that

That fails me right now

But then the world drops away

And the violin takes over

This English composer

Capturing the otherworldly bird voice

Between lines on paper and the strings of a violin

With a sweet Eastern influence

And a nod to a poem from

Thirty-three years before

Eyes closed, on the garden step

As the magic of the bird’s melody

Becomes mundane- not less, never less

Simply a fact, a part of the world

Then the rest of the world seeps back in

And the bird takes flight

On wings of sound

The full tapestry exposed

The curtain torn back

Oh Ralph, what beauty you gave

What beauty you read, saw, heard

You took the “silver chain of sound”

And translated back

In your own sweet language.