A pair of parti-coloured swifts
use the pontoon as a raft
to dive and shimmy-dip and bask,
catch gnats,
race golden butterflies.
Their russet cheeks and breasts,
dark masks,
shiny graphite swallowtails
and cyan satin theatre capes
evoke Venetian masquerades.
Observing this duet-vivace,
blue herons - three fates
masked in white -
settle on a mangrove limb,
clack their bills like castanets.
Oneiric intervals in space,
swifts, cerulean in flight;
workmen's laughter
drifts across the river
from a building site.
Cloudsongs echo cries of migrant
ibis from cold autumn heights.
Ariel
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2008
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Hi! I liked your poem, it's so mystic...)
P.S. are You a fan of Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow?)))))
Олег Ардатов 13.07.2008 12:53 • Заявить о нарушении
P.S. are You a fan of Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow?)))))
Олег Ардатов 13.07.2008 12:53 • Заявить о нарушении