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Extract from 'Dreams of a Summer Night', by Derek Mahon

#Poetry #Life #Nature
These summer mornings I get up at five, biro in hand, surprised to be still alive, grateful for all the clichés and beguiled by the first birdsong, the first light, the wild relationship of water and cloud kingdoms shaping our wishes and our waking dreams. It's late, so lights out even as a last glow still lingers on the gardens, on roof and rock: mid-June now and it's never completely dark but vague, ambrosial, metamorphic, slow as if some happy mischief is at work in the mist-pearly undergrowth below, transfiguring the earth from dusk to dawn. The moon floats from a cloud and two dogs bark; the anthropomorphic trees are trees again, the human forms recover their wood-grain and the prehensile skins of hand and groin revert, the limbs to branches, hair to leaves as they resume their old arboreal lives. The girls are fast asleep in the rooms above. Back here from dreamland with a dewy leaf to keep me right and ward off disbelief, I await the daylight we were born to love: birds at a window, boats on a rising wave, light dancing on dawn water, the lives we live.
#Nature #Poetry #life
Jody Hughes
Very good. Clean.
MiniMia 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🇵🇸
It's a much longer poem, it was difficult to pick a section to share, but so many of the most beautiful lines are in the last two stanzas I couldn't resist.
Jody Hughes
I have 'internal' problems with long-form poetry, so a vibrant excerpt is much appreciated.
MiniMia 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🇵🇸
I get that. Pages and pages can put me off too, sometimes. I have a bad habit of skim-reading longer pieces for lines that jump out at me before I can concentrate on what's there.
You're very welcome. I'd encourage you to have a look at his other work, it's very much worth your time.
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