Kenneth White on the work of John Hudson
"Its economy is striking, vivid images conjured up in just a few words; the commonplace in counterpoint to the uncommon; well-worn figures of speech shining with new meaning; the profound rubbing up against the everyday and, in the process, teasing out unconsidered layers of meaning."
13 SOULS IN SEARCH OF A LIGHT SWITCH
The Venerable Bede's Sparrow
And so I came and went
and in that brief flight
gave birth to legend,
a simple metaphor
that carried no meaning for me
but bore weight, it seems,
for the vulnerable Bede.
It was instinct, I headed for light,
got a fright.
Raucous laughter, stench of ale
and flaming faggots
winged me through the nearest window.
Fluttering to a branch,
I waited till dawn, chilly but cheerful.
I never liked foraging around humans
but was on the lookout,
as cheeky sparrows are,
for a crumb, a warm cornice
and by chance gave generations
a tale to lighten the otherwise Dark Ages.
I didn't last the winter -
froze on a branch slowly at sunset:
not so short as to be a painless life,
not bitter either.
I had my passions
and the wonder of starlit nights.
But it's skin off my beak
that the vulnerable Bede,
kiss his cotton habit,
wins history's and heaven's credit
as I roost and chatter in damned privet,
dodge his venerable sparrowhawk,
here, till kingdom come.
Prize winning poem in the Segora Poetry Competition 2012
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