The Nightingale - Jill Freeman

Yesterday

your birthday brought

a shining gift

a mechanical bird

encrusted with gems

it sang perfect songs

again and again

we played them

till we knew them

by heart

Outside our gate

the nightingale soars

on wing and song

over trees

here then gone

sees lovers twined

in shaded parks

old men in boats

bent to watch fish

shimmer like

dreams

children running

falling in streams

calling «Mother!»

The nightingale skims

the everchanging

play of clouds

cool, then warm

wet with rain

light, then dark again

We like boxes,

shining presents

that never age

mechanical birds that

stay in their cage

But the nightingale’s voice

pierced my heart

and beauty and death

are flooding in

like morning sun

like passion’s blood

Please

forgive me love

for I must break

This beautiful

mechanical bird

before you wake

(Based on The Nightingale — Hans Christian Andersen)