Farewell, Dear Sculpture

A couple of days ago we wrote about the departure of 'The Scholar and the Blackbird' from the Library. This plainly had quite an impact on an unnamed visitor or pupil, since yesterday Mr McConville found the following poem on a sheet of paper left behind in the Senior Reading Room. Since there is no pupil in the school with the exotic first name 'Charmaine', it is plainly a nom de plume. Below, the 'poem', an appropriately soulful Animoto video of pictures, accompanied by Beethoven's 'Moonlight' sonata.



Valet, Scholar and Blackbird,
by Charmaine Munch (Trelawny)

And so, it is gone.
O marvellous log
Your monk marginalia
Was a monastery blog.

The Scholar and the Blackbird.
Basta! How can that be true?
St Columba was a dove white as snow.
as you know
And a blackbird is black
Generally
And a dove its exact opposite,
Except when falling down a chimney.
Heck, and are there any
scholars left
That can spell syllabust?
Democracy—bereft!

Well anyway, old pupil pal and dove
You left your footprints on our carpet,
Pale green, like grass under a pot
Or Mr Minty’s complexion after a rugby weekend.
Marvellous trunk!
We’ll miss you a lot,
Till we won’t know you’re gone.