HOW WE USED TO LIVE.
When bestiaries were commonplace
and symbolised a path to grace,
the sheen that lights a raven’s wing
was seen to be a common thing;
until such features lost their claim
to hallow detail with a name.
Travis Brow
Wed 25th Jun 2014 06:36
Thank you very much Daniel, you're very kind. The frustrating thing about this poem is the very word that once described that 'sheen' now eludes me. Years ago, one Saturday night, i was listening to a poetry show on the radio and the word was referred to, in context. That's where the poem sprang from. I wrote it down but have since been unable to find it. It was something unexpected, and counterintuitive, like 'dun' or 'wan', a Norse word as i recall, but that's as close as i can get.