Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote today. The phrases in italics are from The Tempest by Shakespeare, specifically a song sung by Ariel. The phrase ‘owls do cry’ is also the title of a book I am studying by New Zealand author Janet Frame, which I highly recommend, and which inspired me to write my own piece based on Ariel’s song. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, please leave a like, and feel free to share any feedback you might have.
In these empty summer days when heavy lies the heat on backs of necks that crisp
red and peeling in its wretchedness,
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
The flowers smoke pollen into air and itchy eyes,
and we are lost in the wide plains of time,
making nothing into nothing else
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
I languish and drink honey from my mother’s china,
and its sweetness between my teeth is nothing like milk,
and everything like sour
There I couch when owls do cry.
And oh, the screams inside are cowed
by red ice lollies, and the tears of birds drop alone
in the silences
On the bat’s back I do fly
In the twilight whilst the heat drops the insects buzz,
and there are not enough bats to stop their biting
or our scratching at our wounds
After summer merrily.
This summer was meant to be
so many more things than what it was, is, will be,
and so was I.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
I have baked bread and I have written words and I have done
everything, and not done everything I was supposed to,