Friday, 22 April 2016

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.

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