FA+
Shop
314
Views
Views
2
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Avian (Other)
Size 50 x 50
File Size 1.2 kB
Report this content
★
More from Wotan
As my years slowly edge toward the now bitterly-ironic, empty promise of an equally-empty August of my so-called "life wisdom", with the silver strands in beard and hair like the premature touch of orange at the tips of the sugar maple trees...
For those late, still summer evenings, when poetasters such as myself might sit and lament over the merciless vagaries of Father Time, and how He gradually steals away the potency of both body and mind...
Rarely is there such sweetest perfection of the poem that is birthed so Athena-like in its completeness, that its triumphant war-cry entry into tangible, momentary reality is so brash and so very potent that it instantly and unceremoniously shoves aside any and all other greyer, limper, dustier, and more frustrated works-of-partial-completion currently languishing in the angst/ennui/inspiration-withered/depression-chill'd & damp'd queue...
This piece takes its main inspiration from the unique phenomenon of the murmuration of starlings, which has proved inspiring to many throughout the ages, including one of my favourite current musicians, namely Jonathan Meiburg of the Austin-based Indy-Rock band "Shearwater", who, in addition to being an excellent musician and songwriter, is also trained as an ornithologist, and as a result, avian themes often appear in much of his music, not the the least of which is the band-name itself.
There is a line from the song: "Wildlife in America" off of Shearwater's 2016 album: "Jet Plane and Oxbow", which I think is quite wonderfully evocative:
"He feels the slightest murmuration --
a shiver in the heat..."
Somehow, that just says so much to me with so few words...
For those late, still summer evenings, when poetasters such as myself might sit and lament over the merciless vagaries of Father Time, and how He gradually steals away the potency of both body and mind...
Rarely is there such sweetest perfection of the poem that is birthed so Athena-like in its completeness, that its triumphant war-cry entry into tangible, momentary reality is so brash and so very potent that it instantly and unceremoniously shoves aside any and all other greyer, limper, dustier, and more frustrated works-of-partial-completion currently languishing in the angst/ennui/inspiration-withered/depression-chill'd & damp'd queue...
This piece takes its main inspiration from the unique phenomenon of the murmuration of starlings, which has proved inspiring to many throughout the ages, including one of my favourite current musicians, namely Jonathan Meiburg of the Austin-based Indy-Rock band "Shearwater", who, in addition to being an excellent musician and songwriter, is also trained as an ornithologist, and as a result, avian themes often appear in much of his music, not the the least of which is the band-name itself.
There is a line from the song: "Wildlife in America" off of Shearwater's 2016 album: "Jet Plane and Oxbow", which I think is quite wonderfully evocative:
"He feels the slightest murmuration --
a shiver in the heat..."
Somehow, that just says so much to me with so few words...
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Avian (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 1.2 kB
Comments