A Poem for your commentary or simple pleasure

Arpa

Wrote this a few weeks back. Would appreciate any commentary, particularly if people could have a stab at the meaning, it would be interesting to know what effect it induces apart from that which is in my head.


Waking After Nightfall

My mother dreams, she stirs aloud,
I hear her dreaming in the dark,
And here is dawn and birds, a lark,
If doves sing, or coot beneath the purple cloud,
So I must fly this nest, and be a French stereotype,

Allé, all vacant with cans in park,
And with this collared coat enshroud,
Like the mallard tucks his beak to touchy crowds,
That pass by making much remark,
What stupid bird would moot such tripe, muttering beneath his down,
In the bench. Smoking cigarettes. Oh what a soaring sight!

Plucking then a froth anew,
As if this day had not put forth enough,
The grass has dried the weirs un dew,
It's time for silence, thought and cough!
"Now come, now come, you had best be gone!"
This gait again, so slow, so blinding in the sun,
My wother wakes, she sighs alone.