‘a reed song’ by C. Murray

      sing the hollow-pipes
of bird-bone     or leg-tube
jointed to.
leech into soil’s black trauma
a double-reed will always carry down
its muffled tune
from contort of leaf to nub of root
there is bone substance to
the fallen bough as
there is to the winged-bird
      both perfume.

a maerl of
      barely encloses both
      the feathered and
      the not,

a shell maybe –
a reed-song is © C. Murray (2013)


First published, A New Ulster #7