Sunrise on Midsummer Morning
A full moon falling, the sky lit
with last night’s charred and crumbling embers
across the field, thin spills of misty light
visiting spirits haunt the hedges
or try a cry in the canal’s bandaged ear
dung reeks and steams, a horse’s hoof strikes home
and out of the trees the great bird rises
wings spread and beating the sky into flame
and the great egg of the world is hatched
with an outflung shout and tumble of voices
many and many, song of all songs.
Later on oak’s shoulder
an owl puts on a mask of light
and the big mothers with their babies
stand among thistles and stare.
David Calcutt is a playwright, poet and novelist. He is the author of four novels and three collections of poetry. His plays have appeared in the theatre and on BBC radio. He lives in Walsall in the West Midlands.
5 thoughts on “Sunrise on Midsummer Morning – David Calcutt”
Reblogged this on Polly.
This is an excellent poem. I wondered how long it would take for a bird to appear- it did not take him long, albeit metaphorically!
Beautiful and haunting evocation capturing the essence of summer
Reblogged this on Carolyn O' Connell and commented:
Beautiful evocation of summer
Oh, how beautiful!