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.
Wonderful imagery and such vivid expression. Oh that trickster swallow!
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