12-Hour Carol Contest: Let Us Praise the Autumn Birds, Ben Morgan
Ben Morgan is a writer based in London, UK. His sequence Medea in Corinth: Poems, Prayers, Letters, and a Curse, is published by Poetry Salzburg. It retells the myth through poems, spells and songs. He has also published poems at The High Window, Oxford Poetry, Alchemy Spoon, One Hand Clapping, Stand and elsewhere.
Let Us Praise the Autumn Birds
Praise
The
boring autumn birds
Of
Regent's Park.
Their
beaks like spoons
Scoop
honey light
From
sepia lawns at dawn.
Their
quiet cannot be drowned out
By
Baker Street. Their wings
-
fieldfare, mistle thrush, sparrow, tern -
Never -
barely - glow nor burn,
Would
win no medals
From
Paris, but praise,
Now, their
glamorous subtlety,
Whose
bashful glories
Nest
like jealousy
By
Chester Terrace.
The
same intensities
Riot in
their breasts
As in
the eagle's,
So
commend their wise restraint,
To
leave those glassy lakes
A
bloodless grey.
Winged September
peonies!
Bob-headed
ambassadors
Of
fantasy -
That
all there is from Mary-
lebone
to Albany
Is
mildness.
Praise
them!
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