My name is Jane Spurr and I am a Cornish playwright, performer and artist. My poem, ‘Happy Songs,’ is about looking into the skies to remember the past.

 

Then, go we, to the field of golden light,

where the sun lasts longest in all the land,

to catch remnants of a barely blue skied day.

 

They climb to its hilly tip, eve tis come,

‘almost nearly,’ she goes,

‘almost nearly,’

graspin onto the last threads of this day of rest.

‘This is it !’

 

See those star crossed lovers in the clouds there?

Catching the wind in that draughty window,

their little red velvet hearts,

twisting about in their ribcage made of wire?

That is we, blown this way & that,

that is we, made of bread & butter, thinly sliced,

and postcards, & giggles.

We is horses, trees, moons & seas.

We is in the mud, in the wild flowers, in the rocks

that is we, in birds, colours, sunshine, bees.

 

& so the circus moves on..

& it shall be a happy thing, with a rainbow & a hooting owl

under a sweet & smiling orb of light…

& above that, a thing of great wonder, call it a universe if you like,

or a star, where we will leave it now.

So let us sing our happy songs to get us home,

through twisty lanes.

Sing the timeless tunes from all that talent gone before,

in the back of old cars,

through blue ridged valleys,

late at night, the overhang woods, lit up,

alive with song, and tummies full of trifle.

 

Songs of love, tragedy, fears, & longings.

Voices dimmed & gone, all gone now.

A constellation of stars is drawn out onto a sketchy sky,

by some unseen hand,

an imagined left-handed fate writer,

where endless hours of dreaming, imagining, & listening,

go on, & on, & on…

 

& a little boy with a jacket full of fox cubs wanders

off into the cool crisp night,

for another adventure down that muddy lane.

 

 

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