No power tonight – no
lights, no TV, no radio –
the phone, off its cradle; wafts
through my open window
the chatter of martins, sitting,
gossiping on the wire.
Blithely they dart and dive – skim
the surface of the pond
where golden orfe, mouths
agog, play tag in and out
the lilies – custard cupped.
Snatching a drink, upwards
they fly, ripping the silk
of a Bondi-Blue twilight;
gliding on the wind, splicing
the silence of a soft,
suburban Sunday. Swoop,
dip – dare to rendezvous
mid-flight; as lovers do...perhaps
for a fleeting kiss.
But this is not the time
to philosophise...erase
from my mind, axioms
of Euclid – only to marvel
at the triangularity
of their darkling wings.
Comments
Cavalcaderl | June 4, 2010 - 16:49
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Wow! excellent poem beautiful.
the Author is great.
Blithely they dart and dive- skim
The surface of the pond
where golden orfe, mouths
agog,play tag in and out
the lilies-custard cupped.
I remember the park,the black birds
lined up,lik was it Alf Hitchcoock's film.
eery,seeing about 15 above you
Have a good week-end.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | June 4, 2010 - 17:03
Thank you, Julie. Happy you enjoyed.
Have a good weekend too;-)
Tina xx
Beeme | June 4, 2010 - 21:07
Stunning imagery, such a beautiful poem, Tina. one of the best I've read in ages, in my opinion. Love the last lines, you never fail to impress and captivate me with your writing.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | June 4, 2010 - 22:30
So glad you enjoyed this one, Beeme.
Last year we were disappointed as the house-martins chose to pass us by. But this year, they have returned...patching their old nest and impressing us with their aerial acrobatics.
Have a peaceful weekend and thanks;-)
Tina xx
kheldar | July 8, 2010 - 19:22
Admirable stuff Tina. I really enjoyed this one.
David xxx
Silver Spun Sand | July 9, 2010 - 08:22
Thanks again, David;-)
The martins are still in my barn, and have even had a second brood. It is wonderful to watch them, especially at dusk, skimming the pond and then darting away to catch as many insects as they can.
Tina xx