SurVision Magazine

North


my blackbird poem is not
"singing in the dead of night"
or keeping "smooth plats of fruitful ground"
nor even feeling "the warm eggs, the small breasts..."

no, my blackbird takes a break from
chirping in my west wing
flies south
and at night east
disturbing my sleep

but it's when he goes north
is the thing
when he flies north
it's serious

catch the bugger and I am cured
but alas he (or she)
is invisible.





Noel King was born and lives in Tralee, Co Kerry. His poetry collections are published by Salmon: Prophesying the Past (2010), The Stern Wave (2013) and Sons (2015). A short story collection, The Key Signature & Other Stories has been published by Liberties Press in 2017. www.noelking.ie