Treasure Island

T (no first name) Wignesan


A bare afternoon


Waking to a breaking thought
rude warblers in the tree's dark
contort the image
in the eye
of a sundered dream
into a wholesome bounteous vision

The symphony is expansive
trained to unnatural correctness
alien to the warbler
bends order to
mastered mindfulness
regimental violins
scold and chastise
the senses to D Major

Now the sparrow and Segovia
minuet in the sun
lurk in the veins
clasping word on wing
numbing sense within sound
silenced within windows
the blaring harshness of the warbler

(© T. Wignesan, London - 1963 from the collection: tell them I'm gone. Paris: 1983.)

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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