I am at the moment working on the libretto of a new oratorio we have been commissioned to write about this surreal experience. To help me imagine my way into it, I am intending to write a poem a day about different aspects of the experience. These poems are just thinking aloud; inching towards finding out what I want to write about. But I thought I may as well post them as I go along.
I sit
Book on knee
In a green
Dream.
Branches between blue
Clench
Into bud.
High
Sweet,
Calling birds.
Filling the sky,
the trees,
the wind,
the world.
Beating against my closed eyelids.
