The Windfall
...a song for remembrance...
The Windfall - words and music David Philip Ireland
(musical setting by Mikey Cooling)
I came across an orchard with bloodstains on the ground
Fallen seed of bruised and bloody red
Sunlight glinting there upon the gall worms and the drones
Feasting on the remnants of the windfall
I searched me for some greening shade - a willow parasol
A sheltered sun-dark dome of mornings drop
Each careless step a memoir, a cider memory
Intoxicating revels of the windfall
And how they fade
And how they wither
How they leather up
And pass into the earth
Offering life through death, season by season
The cruelest culling harvest of the windfall
In the gardens of a house brought to life after the war
I was minded of the souls among the dew
Fields of far off summer mornings held them in their arms
The ruddy rising suns of the windfall
And the ghosts drift idly high over the orchard now
They hover over villages and towns
Each one a soul, each one a son,
A snapshot heart-held close, as the teardrops trickle down
And how they fade
And how they wither
Their cries to home were soundless in the dawn
And when the broken ones returned
No lessons had been learned
There is nothing to be learned from the windfall
About the Creator
David Philip Ireland
David Philip Ireland was born in Cheltenham in 1949
David has published work in music, novels and poetry.
To discover David’s back catalogue, visit: linktr.ee/davidirelandmusic
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