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Nightingale Spring

Anna Murzyn

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One hundred stories
Has my friend
And black as the night
Is he
A mouth of gold
All fates foretold
He sings of
Noble deeds.

Our smallest still
His doublet down
In fierce roulette
And dread;
His battle-heart
Worn on his chest
In flags of
Flaming red.

As evenings’ chorus
Of the pond
Call pretty heads
To rest,
So darker woodland
Soundlings fond
Their sirens call
Caressed.

I, little brown
A literary thing
With so much more to say;
A thousand wrongs
Time-traveller long,
I see the lock and cage,
Sweetest is the silence
Falls soft upon the stage.

© Anna Murzyn January 2021

Author’s notes:

Gorman’s show-stopping Inauguration Poem has done many things besides inspiring a world divided. Her achievement stands as a young woman capturing what nation wants to say, isn’t saying, wishes it could say or has never said.

In short, it has reignited the ancient interplay between politics and poetry because a poem offers us the power and permission to hover in the space in between our divisions — a space to inhabit more today than ever before.

Unlike other genres of writing, all responses to poetry are equally valid; a poem allows you to read between the lines. All voices can be heard including those we may prefer not to hear. A poem can deeply analysed or enjoyed alone, like a song lyric, learned by heart and repeated as a mantra. Each person’s interpretation of the imagery and where is takes them is their own. Add insight from the writer, or other readers, and it can become a conversation.

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Anna Murzyn

Wearer of many hats; private poet, parent in parentheses, perpetual nerd.