The Nightingale’s Song
By onemorething
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After Keat's Ode to a Nightingale
The Nightingale's song was once a lament,
before Keats, and merriment, or the longing
for it, they were all grief spent
amongst the trees, before regret and
the devil's bread of hemlock dreams.
And nightingales are poets, in sacred oaths
of bark and moss, beneath the lamplight
of a moon queen, they sing memories
of water and stone -- a river of forgetfulness,
sticky lime, words of snares.
There are tales of pet nightingales,
their songs caged in their throats,
stolen from their own fate, left
with a death wish, and here is the beginning
of sorrow, to be only half in love with life.
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".. beneath the lamplight of
".. beneath the lamplight of a moon queen.." Just gorgeous
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"all grief spent
"all grief spent
amongst the trees"
"in sacred oaths
of bark and moss"
This is lovely :0) It reminded me of listening last night to the radio of someone playing violin in a bunker in Ukraine, it was sad, but just so unbelievably beautiful it was too big just to be sad and had to be more than that, above it?
"sticky lime, words of snares." this made me think of the Little Mermaid, only giving up the freedom of sky, instead of the water, and getting back only pain
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And China? Do you remember
And China? Do you remember the story of the Emperor and the Nightingale?
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This
is so good, captivating.
best
Lena x
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Such small fragile bodies,
Such small fragile bodies, yet their voices are so incredibly powerful aren't they? This is so beautiful onemore. I'll come back and re-read in the morning
Are they common where you live? They're very rare here
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love the lime and sticky
love the lime and sticky snares
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This is gorgeous Rachel, a
This is gorgeous Rachel, a fine tribute to such a stunning bird. A poem I very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
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