On Trees

When this wind blows

Things sound different

After the leaves have dropped

To mosaic the floor.

~

This wind bends through the bared boughs

Divides to draughts between the trunks

Blows low notes from the wood

Makes this place an instrument

For mournful tunes

~

When we hear this hollow overture

Howling from beeches and birches

We can be certain winter approaches

~

CLP 27/10/2020

Ambient 1: Music for Airports

A note

Here

And a

Note

There

A not

Her 

And

Not

The

A n

He

A

N

H

T

Other phrases

.

.

Glide

Chime

Ring

Come in

Rrrrrreee verrrrr berrrrr ate

D

r

i

f

t

Fade

.

Die

n.b. www.naporwrimo.net Day 15 prompt: A favourite piece of music. Brian Eno’s “Ambient 1: Music for Airports”

Christopher Perry

15th April 2020

On Memory

A tune filtered through

Happy chatter, chink and drink

“…holy ground once more”

.

n.b. The other night a song played by the Irish folk band in a bar in Southsea, from an album we listened to as children, before we had the wherewithal to buy our own, caught my brother’s attention. The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem album, bought by my father, featured a great love song, “Holy Ground“.

Hearing it being played through the talk of the bar, my brother said, “We know this one!” We did, from childhoods more than 50 years previous.

The magic of music. I could see the record player; the cabinet it sat in; the room it sat in; the view from the window; the house; the memory of singing along.

CLP 16/02/2020