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||5 March 2013
|Edwin is absent again. So, time for another poem by Hugh Featherstone.|
for Nicola Hopwood, glass artist
In ashen grey and dove and blue
the winter sun comes filtered through
a tiny stained-glass abstract view
that Nicky made
The day is frosty, hard and clear
and framed between out there and here
this slice cut through the aging year
in silver laid
But though its colours call to mind
December sky, bare branches blind
the ice-locked river's frozen rind
the brittle blade
Still in that blue-flow, deep and strong
I dream I hear a southern song
Aegean waters curve along
bows bent on trade
And winter, stripped, unveils a core
of heat within, a pebble shore
steep slanting from the woodland floor
of cypress glade
And ashen grey and dove become
a stone space where cicadas hum
the marble, bleached remains of some
cool temple's shade
And dolphins rise and leap and fall
and waves delight and gleam and call
and ice-flowers melt away and all
harsh prospects fade
Thus, through my window, winter light
reveals two seasons to my sight
in glowing panels, leaded tight
that Nicky made
From Bird under water, a selection of poems by Hugh Featherstone
© Hugh Featherstone
Another poem from this selection will appear next time the Drood's away.
The Bird under water homepage includes a foreword by Hugh Featherstone
and a linked list of the poems as they appear.
If want to discover more about Nicola Hopwood and her work, see: www.nicolahopwood.co.uk
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