A world of wings and cries

muffle-toed in holy Mary’s churchyard
a nine nest rookery rocks queasily
topping off the bare brazen beech
congregants wend the wayward path below
to the great carved door, bowed by wet west winds
or a North-easterly that comes gusting round
medieval mildewed stones
biting through to all the human bones

the grave-groping root-grubbing builders
have done with twig and twine revivals
cacophonous grumblings of whose is what
and what is where, dark-vowelled now
still as sylphs, the pair-bonds stand sentinel
or sit before the births, bloody gash of gaping mouths
plundering down to a white-faced hunger
for worms and fledgling flesh

lark-high in the belfry’s humming hymnal
the baked-earth chimney stacks, Jack black daws bicker
and twitter in fast flowing flights of fancy
on an adjacent thorn, a crow couple, flint-eyed and steely
strop their beaks to a clean, fine edge
dusk settles hush-hush on sloe-eyed April
and two bell-voiced birds ascend to evensong
in one long dust-tongued
decaying
duet

I’m guest hosting this Tuesday Poetics and my challenge is to write a poem with at least four of the given word compounds that Dylan Thomas employs in his poetry. Join us in Love the Words

For further reading, here are the poetry sources for the title of this poem & six of Thomas’ word-compounds that I used:
a world of wings & cries ~ Being but Men
muffle-toed ~ After the funeral
grave-groping ~ The seed at zero
dark-vowelled ~ Especially when the October wind
lark-high ~ Into her lying down head
bell-voiced ~ Altar-wise by owl-light
dust-tongued ~ It is the sinner’s dust-tongued bell