(Curlew at Redmires) by Katharine Towers ©2024
don’t say we miss the sea –
we bring you this day our voices of water
we pour down our voices
we bring you our falling voices of water
curlee – curlee curlee
to us belong
the grass and the heathery
higher we fly than pipits than linnets
dropping their idle note-snippets
their scraps or careless oddments of thoughts
but ours are the ceaseless voices of water
curlee – curlee curlee
to us belong
the gorse and the heathery
for the past is larger than the sky
and we are made of ever and after
we’re made of song and shapes of song
and of the movings and the fallings of the water
curlee – curlee curlee
for the sea like music is everywhere
and music like the sea is everywhere –
© Katharine Towers, 2024
FOR MUSIC LIKE THE SEA © Katharine Towers, 2024