Blackbird

If sitting in a garden listening
to a blackbird singing
were all that there was,

it would be enough!

Ruth Bidgood

I’ve just heard the news that the poet Ruth Bidgood died on March 4th in her hundreth year. I remember going to a reading by her when she was ninety and wrote about it HERE

My review of Symbols of Plenty containing her Hymn to Ffraid is HERE

Hers was a life well lived with poems well written.

Polyphony

Polyphony

Many voices, woven sounds
loosely meandering, yet
tightly bound in harmony,
each line following
its own time
but tuned to another,
fabricating a flow
of music, a ground
of being, a belonging
one to the other:
exclusively inclusive
reflecting a perfect
social order.