Dawnings
The crow of gold
By Nicholas Hooper
That golden crow sits on my roof
so proud, so sleek, grandly aloof
Its beady eye looks down at me
saying, believe in this and you’ll be free
‘Free of what?’ I ask, ‘of pain and sorrow,
of fear of what will come tomorrow?’
The crow turns its head and looks away,
‘Who cares for tomorrow, when we have today?’
it says with a glistening, gleaming eye,
with its claws on my home and its head in the sky.
‘But tomorrow,’ I say, ‘we may cease to exist
and the whole of my being just wants to resist
this unceasing destruction on land and on sea.
So please, golden crow, will you just answer me?’
It just preened its gold feathers, so shiny and sleek,
‘Look at me, look at me I’m the gold that you seek.’
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper