The dream of flight

I first saw the bird, attentive, head cocked to the right

The stubble wheat scratched my bare legs,I moved

The bird rose in flight, flying high, soaring on the winds

Then as if by magic it dived, swooping to look below

My toes twitched, my little hands held high in expectation

I dreamed of flight, to hunt amongst the clouds

Descend through drizzling rain

Land and take wing again

Come bird of the blue teach me to fly


Teach me to spread my wings, teach me to lie on the winds’ waves

Let me see the valleys and chase the water in the mountain streams

Let me feel the mad winds of March, and sense the coming of spring

Come bird of the blue teach me to fly


Should I reach up to you?

I am but small and do stretch to limits of my fingertips

I stood on tiptoes, arms aloft

Still I cannot reach you

Come bird of the blue teach me to fly


May be if I climb the tallest tree

Throw my arms to the heavens

Try and touch the clouds as they skip silently by

Then, may be, I will fly

Come bird of the blue teach me to fly


The tree was but a poor attempt.

As I jumped there was that brief moment,

That glorious moment when land and sky converged

I flew, then

I cried.




David Nutt, February 2005


short stories
An Unusual Request
Bewitched and be wildered
A cry from the heart
Fate played a devilish hand
Frustration with a capital F
A roll of the dice
Living in the shadow of death
A lesson well learnt
The wedding
A pleasant ride, a pleasant talk
Sweet revenge
Drum beat, heartbeat
Skin deep
They came, they left no trace
The window cleaner
A delayed meeting
Hold on tight
In the name of my parents
Strange events
Sequel to Frustration with a capital F
A strange and beautiful love affair
The doll's dilemma, a chage of style
The poster hanger - It had to happen
They had nothing in common
A misplaced letter
Life's mysteries
An ode to cheese
The marshes
Waiting in vain
Day follows day
Sounds of the future
The dream of flight

writing in Paris, copyright 2005