bobbybloggs
Robert Eshelby
Let the Poetry Begin!
At the bottom
of the page, click on "Previous" for more poems! |
At the bottom
of the page, click on "Previous" for more poems! |
It was in Spring that we first heard it and couldn’t believe our luck. From an ordinary tree not two minutes into our regular daily walk from home in the heart of the Vendee, came the compelling sound of a bird in full voice. We stopped without a word, standing in the middle of the quiet lane, craning to catch a glimpse of the bird. “Is that…”, we both whispered, “Is that a nightingale?” We knew it had to be. There was a power and a virtuoso athleticism to the song, which marked it out from other birds we were used to hearing on our walks. Finally, as if acknowledging our admiration, the nightingale took a bow, appearing to us quite boldly, for the first time, at the very top of the tree. There could be no doubt of his identity. I say ‘his’ because, later, on looking through our bird guide, I gathered that it is the male who sings to attract his mate. She may take him or leave him, depending on whether his arpeggios, turns and roulades are sufficiently enticing! We listened, as he ran through his simple encore. We walked on in silence. We could still hear him. Nightingale
The nightingale does not dress-up to kill. He wears, instead, a simple fustian suit of undistinguished brown, as, hidden high, he chants and swoops, beckons, taunts, seduces, plagues us with his shimmering song, whisks our feet from under us, and offers us a simple choice, “Hear my song, Or pass along!” The wise ones wait.
2 Comments
Sandra Haswell
14/3/2022 03:35:50 am
Robert, as always, I love your Blog -- the prose, the poetry, the art, the photos (presumably courtesy of the beautiful, talented Ruth). One of your most recent entries (Sunflowers), has left me aching with desire to be back there. I vividly remember that field of sunflowers in full bloom. Your Blog enlivens the senses. Thank you!
Reply
Jenny Eshelby
17/5/2022 11:33:13 pm
How lovely.
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
My LifeI was born in England soon after the war. I moved , with my family to Australia in 1966, where I was a soldier (briefly), a public servant, an opera singer, and an English teacher. Archives
November 2022
Categories |