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New
Moon
16 May 2026
Mark Antony
Owen
Fly
After starlings
by Kathryn Bevis
(1975~2024)
Into the windsong and uptyyonder,
cryspeaking over the househeads,
freeas now from the claybowl downty,
you become a wavetrail in the skydeep:
curl in the skyswim, no outsnuff.
You are the MANY. You are the ONE.
We find you not in IT IS but WE ARE –
see you, always, in the hearthome.
Wherever there is loverise, YOU ARE.
Behind the poem...
When Kathryn Bevis sent me her poem starlings for wave six of iamb, I was struck not only by its inventive language, but by her reading of it. It has an innocence, a child-like wonder; reads like the inner thoughts of birds. That it’s set as a murmuration adds to its beauty and brilliance. Kathryn died on May 14th 2024. She was 49. I wrote Fly the following day in tribute to her and her poem. I borrowed snatches of her phrases, invented words, and added a few of my own.