‘a reed song’ by C. Murray


whistle-in
      sing the hollow-pipes
of bird-bone     or leg-tube
jointed to.
 
 
leech into soil’s black trauma
a double-reed will always carry down
 
 
its muffled tune
from contort of leaf to nub of root
 
 
there is bone substance to
the fallen bough as
there is to the winged-bird
      both perfume.

 
a maerl of
      barely encloses both
      the feathered and
      the not,

a shell maybe –
 
a reed-song is © C. Murray (2013)

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First published, A New Ulster #7


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