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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