RACHEL FOX
Moving on
There might be flying
But it will be different
We will fly from the soles of our feet
To the very tips of our fingers
And we will think we are running
But it will be much, much more
Kingfisher
I keep looking for you in the wild
But it is a long hunt
And getting tougher all the time
I would see your flash of blue
Your jolly brightness
It might change everything
Croak by croak
I'm not quite the singer that I'd like to be,
who is on this earth – we've a fault at our core –
but I do what I do and the struggle is me.
There are notes that I know but they come out off key,
the fight never ends – see the bloody cuts pour.
I'm not quite the singer that I'd like to be.
I've been right and all wrong, sometimes for the same fee,
now a saint, then a bitch, some would even say whore,
but I do what I do and the struggle is me.
There's a band that I hear, they play just perfectly
and I try to join in but can't get past their door.
I'm not quite the singer that I'd like to be.
The music's so strong with its highs, hits and glee,
we get battered and laughed at and lonely and sore
but I do-be-do-do and the struggle is me.
It seems silly to sing when the sound's all at sea –
there's a shell at my ear and it whispers 'encore'.
I'm not quite the singer that I'd like to be
but I do what I do and my struggle is me.
Rachel Fox has a website with links to lots of her writing, blogs and related matters. She has self-published a book of poems called More about the song (2008) and a range of poetry postcards. She has also had poems published in various magazines including The Poetry Bus, Gutter and Pushing out the Boat.
