As a fresh University year begins, Katharina Dixon-Ward ushers in Michaelmas Term with a beautiful new poem.
(03:54 – Outgoing Call – 3 minutes)
“These birds, white beneath
the black sky. Shrewd and frost-winged,
darts, you should see them.
Asleep, you were? I’m sorry, so sorry,
that you think this unimportant
at aching four-in-the-morning. But these
are moon-made origami. Bright white.
No, not pigeons. Not doves, no.
Seagulls, perhaps. We’re not by the sea,
though seagulls sometimes
sweep by rivers – the Thames – don’t they?
Or, if not rivers, places
where chips are dropped. Places like this
where a sun tastes mist, salty,
under Magdalen Bridge.
Do, yes, do go to sleep
and think of this as
a test for your sleeping
pills. To check, that you mightn’t
sleep through an earthquake
or an emergency or
something. Yes, yes,
do go to sleep. Goodnight,
Featured photo by Theophilus Kwek.