London Tales A Sparrow. © A poem to song. Recorded in Minnis Bay Kent & produced by Jennifer Maidman. A film by Margaret Kemp.
A London Sparrow.
He is a torn and tattered thing –
tiny bird,with broken wing.
A beating heart which flutters in his breast.
He flies, he tries to reach the stars.
His body has no strength
His throat is full-
no song upon his tiny tongue,
spinning in circles, adrift in a silent flight.
Night sky, scorched orange, urban light-
obscuring the stars.
On winters icy winds
a vertical descent— wings split-
eyes blind, voice mute above the city,
a tiny unseen bird, amongst a million seeking refuge.
A tiny bird, without a song.
he longs to sing, to fly on wings as delicate as ancient lace,
with the strength of an eagle,
fleeting flight in grace.