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/
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/