Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Kingfisher Blue by Wynn Wheldon

I saw a kingfisher. Kingfisher blue.
I don’t know how to describe it. Could you?
I’ll say this: it was a drear day, and dank;
I sat huddled, neckless, by the river bank.
I was brooding, as ever, on myself -
The infinity of drabs and dulls
Made the right dismal sums, and suited well
My unmediated melancholic mull -
When busy-ness shot through dead straight:
Oh it had purpose all right, mate.
Like a dart it sliced the sluggy stream,
Sleep’s oblivion startled with a dream,
The ignorant spangled with information.
Electricity zapped my inanimation.
I forgot myself, smiled, a bubble blew.
I saw a kingfisher. Kingfisher blue.


  1. Bloody hell, you're good. I love the tones of voice. The sprightly mockney jousting the formal wordsmith - like Amis and Larkin bum. Then the literally startling 'sleep's oblivion startled with a dream' - the kingfisher blue of your Kingfisher Blue. Brilliant.

  2. Lawrence O'Connor14 April 2010 at 22:24