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Wragg

Wragg

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To be a bird is rather fun
Up in the air twixt earth and sun;
The wind beneath my feathered wing
I soar and glide, I fly and sing.

To be a bird gives quite a view
I see as men can never do.
Although they try, I laugh at that
They flap their arms, and fall down flat.

The strangest things those people do
To see, in part, a birdlike view
They jump and climb, and build tall towers
On which they stand for hours and hours.

Today I had a real surprise
Could scarce believe my beady eyes!
They’d taken things to new extremes
And nailed a girl to wooden beams.

That naked girl might scream and cry
And yet they raised her to the sky.
Dropped her in place with awful lurch
But made a place for me to perch.

I fluttered down, and took my place
Beside that woman’s tear-streaked face,
And gazed, as did that tortured girl
Upon a nasty, ugly world.

I saw the world as through her eyes
And so I came to realise
That she was here up in the sky
Not for her pleasure, but to die.

Another girl down on the ground
Was stripped and stretched and tightly bound
And nailed through her wrists and feet
The hammer fell with savage beat.

The watching people clapped and cheered
As she suffered, they laughed and jeered;
How could such an awful sight
Bring them all such cruel delight?

They raised her cross up next to ours
So she could spend her final hours
Beside her naked, suff’ring friend –
They’d be together till the end.

And more were waiting, side by side
Their own turn to be crucified.
I could not bear to sit and scan
Man’s inhumanity to man.

To be a bird - the real joy
These wings of mine I can employ.
When men behave in such a way –
I spread my wings, and fly away.

Wragg 2017
 
Wragg134 said:
To be a bird is rather fun
Up in the air twixt earth and sun;
The wind beneath my feathered wing
I soar and glide, I fly and sing.

To be a bird gives quite a view
I see as men can never do.
Although they try, I laugh at that
They flap their arms, and fall down flat.

The strangest things those people do
To see, in part, a birdlike view
They jump and climb, and build tall towers
On which they stand for hours and hours.

Today I had a real surprise
Could scarce believe my beady eyes!
They’d taken things to new extremes
And nailed a girl to wooden beams.

That naked girl might scream and cry
And yet they raised her to the sky.
Dropped her in place with awful lurch
But made a place for me to perch.

I fluttered down, and took my place
Beside that woman’s tear-streaked face,
And gazed, as did that tortured girl
Upon a nasty, ugly world.

I saw the world as through her eyes
And so I came to realise
That she was here up in the sky
Not for her pleasure, but to die.

Another girl down on the ground
Was stripped and stretched and tightly bound
And nailed through her wrists and feet
The hammer fell with savage beat.

The watching people clapped and cheered
As she suffered, they laughed and jeered;
How could such an awful sight
Bring them all such cruel delight?

They raised her cross up next to ours
So she could spend her final hours
Beside her naked, suff’ring friend –
They’d be together till the end.

And more were waiting, side by side
Their own turn to be crucified.
I could not bear to sit and scan
Man’s inhumanity to man.

To be a bird - the real joy
These wings of mine I can employ.
When men behave in such a way –
I spread my wings, and fly away.

Wragg 2017
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Insert in the next Cruxer's Digest.
Madiosi
 
Wragg134 said:
To be a bird is rather fun
Up in the air twixt earth and sun;
The wind beneath my feathered wing
I soar and glide, I fly and sing.

To be a bird gives quite a view
I see as men can never do.
Although they try, I laugh at that
They flap their arms, and fall down flat.

The strangest things those people do
To see, in part, a birdlike view
They jump and climb, and build tall towers
On which they stand for hours and hours.

Today I had a real surprise
Could scarce believe my beady eyes!
They’d taken things to new extremes
And nailed a girl to wooden beams.

That naked girl might scream and cry
And yet they raised her to the sky.
Dropped her in place with awful lurch
But made a place for me to perch.

I fluttered down, and took my place
Beside that woman’s tear-streaked face,
And gazed, as did that tortured girl
Upon a nasty, ugly world.

I saw the world as through her eyes
And so I came to realise
That she was here up in the sky
Not for her pleasure, but to die.

Another girl down on the ground
Was stripped and stretched and tightly bound
And nailed through her wrists and feet
The hammer fell with savage beat.

The watching people clapped and cheered
As she suffered, they laughed and jeered;
How could such an awful sight
Bring them all such cruel delight?

They raised her cross up next to ours
So she could spend her final hours
Beside her naked, suff’ring friend –
They’d be together till the end.

And more were waiting, side by side
Their own turn to be crucified.
I could not bear to sit and scan
Man’s inhumanity to man.

To be a bird - the real joy
These wings of mine I can employ.
When men behave in such a way –
I spread my wings, and fly away.

Wragg 2017
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Wonderful! That was really good!!!!!! :clapping::clapping::clapping:
 
I am wondering what the source of inspiration for this little masterpiece might have been? Perhaps you were out in the garden, Wragg, having a cup of tea and a bird flew over? In any case, I think this is a first. I'm not aware of any stories or poems on CF told from a bird's POV. Please share with us how the idea came into your head!
 
Barbaria1 said:
I am wondering what the source of inspiration for this little masterpiece might have been? Perhaps you were out in the garden, Wragg, having a cup of tea and a bird flew over? In any case, I think this is a first. I'm not aware of any stories or poems on CF told from a bird's POV. Please share with us how the idea came into your head!
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Almost... I do have previous convictions...

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-robin.4158/#post-148270

Not in the garden in January... no, I'm just a certified nutcase....

The contrast in the poem is between the freedom of the bird and the crucified girl, how lucky is that bird to be able to simply fly away?
 
Wragg134 said:
To be a bird is rather fun
Up in the air twixt earth and sun;
The wind beneath my feathered wing
I soar and glide, I fly and sing.

To be a bird gives quite a view
I see as men can never do.
Although they try, I laugh at that
They flap their arms, and fall down flat.

The strangest things those people do
To see, in part, a birdlike view
They jump and climb, and build tall towers
On which they stand for hours and hours.

Today I had a real surprise
Could scarce believe my beady eyes!
They’d taken things to new extremes
And nailed a girl to wooden beams.

That naked girl might scream and cry
And yet they raised her to the sky.
Dropped her in place with awful lurch
But made a place for me to perch.

I fluttered down, and took my place
Beside that woman’s tear-streaked face,
And gazed, as did that tortured girl
Upon a nasty, ugly world.

I saw the world as through her eyes
And so I came to realise
That she was here up in the sky
Not for her pleasure, but to die.

Another girl down on the ground
Was stripped and stretched and tightly bound
And nailed through her wrists and feet
The hammer fell with savage beat.

The watching people clapped and cheered
As she suffered, they laughed and jeered;
How could such an awful sight
Bring them all such cruel delight?

They raised her cross up next to ours
So she could spend her final hours
Beside her naked, suff’ring friend –
They’d be together till the end.

And more were waiting, side by side
Their own turn to be crucified.
I could not bear to sit and scan
Man’s inhumanity to man.

To be a bird - the real joy
These wings of mine I can employ.
When men behave in such a way –
I spread my wings, and fly away.

Wragg 2017
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Wonderful poem, Wragg. A poignant vignette, capturing the incomprehensibility of the scene from the viewpoint of a naive and free creature. :clapping:

Mind you, I spent the first several stanzas thinking you might end up in a slightly more macabre place near the end, but you stayed true to the idea. I got right into the feeling of a small bird who, unable to take in the scene or to make sense of it, flies away to where its life could be more cheerful again.
 
Wragg134 said:
To be a bird is rather fun
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A brilliant poem from our Lord Wragg
When he tries he ain't half bad
The poor girl's fate it is quite sad
The bird, he thinks we're barking mad!
 
Jollyrei said:
Wonderful poem, Wragg. A poignant vignette, capturing the incomprehensibility of the scene from the viewpoint of a naive and free creature. :clapping:

Mind you, I spent the first several stanzas thinking you might end up in a slightly more macabre place near the end, but you stayed true to the idea. I got right into the feeling of a small bird who, unable to take in the scene or to make sense of it, flies away to where its life could be more cheerful again.
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You thought I was a nasty old carrion crow, who would try and peck her eyes out, didn't you? :rolleyes:

I'm only a poor little sparrow... :oops:
 
Barbaria1 said:
I am wondering what the source of inspiration for this little masterpiece might have been?
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I'll admit the opening brought to my mind, and might have been in Wragg's,
the Pooh hum (to lull the bees into a false sense of security),
'How nice to be a cloud, floating in the blue,
Every little cloud always sings aloud...' ;) :D

Wragg134 said:
Couldn't think of anything to rhyme with 'vulture'
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Well I suppose you could mulch her :eek:
 
Loxuru said:
Good work, Wragg!:clapping::clapping:
Coincidence? Phlebas posted a bird's eye view in his thread today.


I had rather the iconic bird-on-the-cross scene from 'Ravished Armenia' in mind.
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Which brings me back to what I was thinking:

I sat and sang to her my song,
I spoke to her both loud and long,
She didn't hear, but heaved a sigh,
So I gave up, and ate her eye.
:eek::devil:
 
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