Long time writer, sporadic performer, recently event organiser. As yet unpublished, but can be seen on YouTube (search Alec Bell, The remains Of The Day)
Canary. In lightless depths, where men struggle against the solid rock, carving blind mazes of tunnels through the underworld’s night, they have appointed a tiny fragment of the daylight world to stand sentry, guarding their lives. A tiny creature, feathered brightly as the sun, confined in an underworld cage. Even in this buried night, the living scrap remembers how to sing, filling the unforgiving void with bright instinctual song. As they labour, the miners listen. They dread the small bird’s unexpected silence, an omen of disaster they hope they’ll never hear.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.