Title: Fled is that music

Author: CHRIS PRICE

In: Sport 31: Spring 2003

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, November 2003

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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Sport 31: Spring 2003

Fled is that music

page 224

Fled is that music

All your sleeves
unravell'd.

You are losing hold
of your leaves; they

flake from you, wind-scaled
and thankful.

After so much
control, such falling

apart: memory's short term
then school's out—

the birds disperse and wheel
over alien corn.

A constant effort drains
your sense. Just sometimes you'll

overhear a longer singing
on viewless wings, his small

melodious plot staked out
from a bare branch in the ashfield.