Crow High - Freedom

FREEDOM

Sculpture and Poem 

by Kate Newlyn ~ July 2014

A tumble of red roofs at dawn,

Rose tiled against a wakening sky,

Ribboned and ribbed

With finger-prints of vapour

Like the map of a child.

I live with birds now.

Free.

And though I've “heard them singing, each to each...” *

I have no doubt they'll also sing to me.

~ ~ ~

Over there, a fellow fledgling swallow

On a wire,

She'll learn to read these maps now too

And I shall follow.

Out of the mire,

The grey-ginnell'd,

Tunnel-tight, light-lack

At my back,

And into the gentle blue.

Here, crow-high,

I've learned to fly again,

And in the wide-sky'd innocence of dawn

I am re-born.

~ ~ ~

Footnote: * quotation taken from T.S Eliot's: The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock  

I'll be publishing a book later on this year - a collection of sculptures and poems.
If you'd like to see a few of these images meanwhile though, go to my website: http://www.katenewlyn.com/