memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Posts tagged ‘exultation’

The King of the Rainy Country

The sea is not calm today

The horizontal slash grey

With foreboding.

The swaying sobbing trees

The lightning flashes

The soundless arc-lights

Of distant strife.

A flock of small birds

Wheel in agitation

Against the dark sky.

A gust of wind

The hiss of rain

And the storm is upon us.

I snuggle deeper into my warm bed

And rejoice.

I am The King of the Rainy Country

Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux.

I exult that I have survived,

So far I have survived

I have survived

A Murder of Crows

A murder of crows,
A barren of mules,
A bundle of rags and
A desert of lapwing.

A bench of bishops,
A pontifation of priests,
A coven of witches and
A parliament of rooks.

A cete of badgers,
A business of ferrets,
A sege of herons and
A walk of snipe.

A murmuration of starlings,
An exultation of larks,
A chattering of choughs and
A muster of peacocks.

A herd of curlews,
A covey of ptarmigan,
A sounder of wild boar and
A fall of woodcock.

A malapertness of pedlars,
A glozing of taverners,
A wilderness of monkeys and
A drunkship of cobblers.

Oh, what a wondrous, sprawling generosity our English language has, that can afford these nouns of assemblage!
Here is richness indeed.
What a glorious, tumbling stream of words.
What joy!

DANCING IN THE STREET - PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

The King of the Rainy Country

The sea is not calm today

The horizontal slash grey

With foreboding

The swaying sobbing trees

The lightning flashes

The soundless arc-lights

Of distant strife.

 

A flock of small birds

Wheel in agitation

Against the dark sky.

A gust of wind

The hiss of rain

And the storm is upon us.

 

I snuggle deeper into my warm bed

And rejoice.

I am The King of the Rainy Country, I think;

Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux.

I exult that I have survived,

So far I have survived.

LES GIRLS – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

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