Sunday, February 18, 2007

Consider the Wren


In the scrub
of jingling heather,
on the dewy
tussock grass,
a blue fairywren
lays dead...


A matchbook
of cockfeathers
still!

gas-flame blue,
come to
a rich pass.


Like
sky-stained
glass:
Bright-shining!
after life.



1988- 1997 Wayne David Knoll


This poem was first presented in public in a live performance by the author at the Vice-Regal memorial service for Princess Diana, at the 'Tent of Meeting', Canberra, 1997

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