Blue flight

Taken on the wind, written on the wing

of the jay’s blue wink as she leaves me behind

the blue bringing her closer

as I recall that blue in the white snow

when she left I was bereft

snow on branches, snow left unshovelled,

snow falling, snow hiding gooseberries

fruit bursting, green to purple, to sawfly

blue released in daylight

blue poppies bent in the wind.

Helen Mort -  a poet I follow with pleasure - has set me off writing this poem after having a quick look at her recent poetry writing workshop in MsLexia, making use of film techniques. This is very much a first draft.