Friday 20 January 2012

Breakfast

Eating his breakfast
alone, young Andrew sits
and sings a shanty as he eats.
Shall we look and listen as he munches,

tears the air around
with Music of the Night?
Divisive toast and Marmite
- cut with sound!

No Star ever sang out from the heart
more truly,
or chorus-singer flowed with sound
so thrilling.

No blackbird called for light-on-earth
so earnest,
or wave crashed out from sea-on-rock,
calamitous.

Does it matter what he sings?
- of love or battles,
sorrow, loss or pain?
Does it matter?

Oh yes, it matters as long
as hearts jump glory in that song;
sincerity, exuberance, no care:
rare.

2 comments:

  1. Both delicious and music to the ear. Absolutely loved it.

    Elaine Sangiolo
    Booktrope Marketing Manager: Cathedral of Dreams, A Kingdom's Possession
    Booktrope Publishing
    www.booktrope.com
    www.booktropepublishing.com
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