A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Here’s a poem that I wrote this evening. I was in South Wales earlier in the month doing some climbing, which is where I’m drawing the images of the poem from, as the weather we had was just beautiful. I hope you enjoy.

A swallow flits past the telephone wires

Against the backdrop of a pale blue sky,

That arcs above my head

To where the sea crashes upon a cliff’s edge

To the West;

And with the wind-bourne swallow flies my thoughts,

And I wonder if he will ever

Bring them back

Again.