New piece that Shakinbakin and I put together. I wanted to give him something that he could really sink his teeth into so I wrote a progressive-themed piece for him to play with. It’s sort of a new style of writing for me, for that reason, but I think it turned out well – mostly thanks the Shake’s incredible jamming out on the track, tbh.
Like normal, the poem is posted below for anyone who wants to read along.
>inb4 extend a metaphor much?
Orbit
A fresh sun dawns on the face of a new son
The opening refrain of a song as yet unsung
A race that’s not yet been run,
Runners poised ready, waiting for the starting gun.
Flowers bloom in fields and newborn fauna are suckling
Optimistic anticipation of what the future might bring
And yes it can be hard work, growing, moulding, changing
But it all becomes worth it as the season changes to Summer from Spring
Basking in sunlight, healthy and content
All that’s done is done right, there’s nothing to lament
The sappling has grown tall, strong, complete
The tree has come to maturity and the fruit is sweet
The air gets colder and there’s a change to the wind.
Once deep green leaves develop a yellowish tinge.
Losing their vibrance, metamorphosing, ageing,
Like a work of art too exposed that begins fading.
The days grow shorter as the sun gets shy
Ashamed of its place in the sky, it quickly hides
Suddenly more of life is forced to take place at night
And all things are darkened and obscured by the fading of light.
It’s now rare to see the wildlife as they move without delay
While they prepare to disappear, migrate or hibernate.
The coldness envelops as Winter calls.
The fruit has soured and the last leaf falls.
Bitter winds now and the landscape is desolate,
As the snow begins to fall finding shelter becomes desperate.
The sun no longer shines at all and the ground is frozen,
What life there was has died and there’s nothing new growing.
And as the cold seems to penetrate to the very heart of the earth,
It becomes apparent that all the efforts of the past had no worth.
Toiling and pain, losses and gain,
For it all to die so soon shows that the fight was in vain.
The tree now stands withered, bare and frail
Stark against a backdrop so drab and pale.
Silently screaming, fading each day
None left to mourn as its life was drained away.
2 comments
amazing, as always
Thanks very much, dead. Think that shakinbakin’s guitar-work blew this track out of the park. I’m staggered daily by his talent, tbh.