Widower Davies craves an easefulness,
sits by the hum of fires. It’s near to spring
and it’s light now, light in the evenings.
The blackbird’s back, the lyricist.
His song meets the moment without seam,
would scarcely disconcert a prayer.
The bird is singing about sex and birth.
He’s defending territory, resolutely bright
in voice and clarity and sense of self.
And here, by spring-and-winter fires,
Davies mulls the moment’s merger,
loving the vividness of procreation’s song.
Copyright © Robert Nisbet 2017
Robert Nisbet is a poet from Pembrokeshire who has published widely in Britain and the United States. Recent poems in Prole, The North and Clementine Unbound.