Last year’s clutch of Egyptian goslings behind Rotterdam Central Station
On the eve of Ash Wednesday and a new season of Lent, here is a “wild” poem by Joel McKerrow that I found on the Northumbria Community website.
As the tamed horse
still hears the call of her wild brothers
and as the farmed goose flaps hopeful wings
as his sisters fly overhead,
so too, perhaps,
the wild ones amongst us
are our only hope in calling us back
to our true nature.
Wild ones
who have not been turned to stone
by the far-reaching grasp of the empire
and its programme of consumer sedation,
the killing of imagination.
Where, my friends,
have the wild ones gone?
Joel McKerrow
Can you hear the wild ones calling?
Jesus: ‘Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.’ (Mark 4:9)
More Joel McKerrow
Curious to find out more about Joel McKerrow, I found this youtube video featuring another of his “wild” poems: We Dance Wild by Joel McKerrow
You can find the words to “We dance wild” and some backstory on the Abbey of the Arts website.