Dawnings
whisper
By Nicholas Hooper
whisper through the trees in an old car
driven by the magic power of sunlight
so smooth the lift and lilt of tyres
as with no effort you speed up hills
the overhanging branches making
a filigree tunnel of light and dark
no sound but the occasional rattle
of ancient metal born of the earth
and hewn and knocked into
sweeping shapes designed by
a man from the empire of Greece
now look down at the wide variety
of fields and bushes, trees and clouds
and say, this is England,
my love, my country
my home.
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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