(after William Bronk)
back then was much the same
the scope, the skies:
blues and greens, scarlet cloud-tops
the moon electric on the washing line.
much the same
but for its crowded malls, its touching
simplicity, a playground
painted blue and green, a yellow swing.
now there’s a robin robin robin in my window
(in each quadrant of my screen)
one a tuft amongst the green, one in snow
black branches breast braving the blue.
green on green, overlapping scenes
entranced I stay for hours (or so it seems)
while the blue, brighter still in the sky,
tapers into pearl, into grey.
‘A few months and I barely remember,’ you say
your hand tight in mine but easing.
‘We’re here,’ I say. ‘We’re here,
and the world is lovely just the same.’
A ‘looking out my window piece’ inspired by William Bronk’s Midsummer poem and the sad news that Victoria is experiencing a second-wave of COVID-19 infections, with Melbourne entering lock-down again.
Shared on Dverse, the poet’s pub – where I’m hosting the bar – and we’re all looking out the window.
And here’s Miles with Blue in Green (just skip the ads…)