The Overture to Tannhäuser on Radio 3
Makes the day seem less than it should be.
The sun should be bursting through the grey,
There should be things to shout about.
I shouldn’t be here in this crumpled mess,
Of stale sheets and tawdriness.
The Venusburg demands something greater,
But while curled together, the dog and I
And staring blankly at the sky,
I see a whizzing ballet passing by,
A diminishing motif
Which cascades while ascending
Is danced to by swifts, in a whirl, never ending.