Richard Nunns takes tea with Miss Bethell

A goose, a koauau and a bell

are never in tune

 

and the crickets’ pitch

bends like hair

 

in a damaged ear,

sharp-flat-sharp-flat

 

their effervescence

sweetening the night

 

with tiny plosives dappling

through leaves

 

like daylight’s flutter on

a moving windscreen under trees

 

or the oscillation of a nerve set

jangling without end unless

 

a touch arrives to calm it, whorl

of a finger to gently stress

 

the need for a harried pulse

to move to slower measure,

 

brush of a feather with all

its tiny barbs aligned, quill

 

still plugged in to the wing

of the bird, or the rippling

 

part-tones of the bell

expanding and then

 

gently smoothing out

and settling the wrinkled air.

 

I set against the digits

that manipulate

 

all and naught the crickets’

fizz, the vinyl’s hiss,

 

a goose, a kouauau

and a bell.
Chris Price

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One comment on “Richard Nunns takes tea with Miss Bethell

  1. The exquisite sound play, the bringing together of Nunns and Bethell in the same poem, the burgeoning white space, the internal sound and the sound that is embedded in hearing Richard play. Heavenly. The links between music and writing. I adore this poem. Thank you.

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