Seosamh De Burca Poet Prose Poetry

Till the Swallows Return

TILL THE SWALLOWS RETURN

She lay on a bed of wild flowers as swallows skimmed the land,
Their silent swoops and twists confusing the grass stalks.
One of nature’s precision fliers showing off, but to themselves,
Bravo I whispered, at least they had one spectator enraptured.
A damsel fly hovered nearby, carefully deciding on its next move  
A decisive moment turned in that second and I was its witness.
But you moved and said how lovely it was, displacing my thoughts,
Your smile warmed me more than any sunny day could embrace me.
Your hands pillowed your head as you stared into the cloudless sky
Not noticing me as I watched you breathe and sigh in contentment.
I wanted to kiss you then, but it would have been selfish to invade,
To disturb you. As you allowed me to share in that moment.
So many long summers ago and I still get to watch you unnoticed,
Then I see you smiling and the swallows return and I’m young again.

6th May 2016.

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James Tate June 26, 2016 at 6:32 AM wow, good show of emotion, quiet observation, admiration. I like your line: Your hands pillowed your head as you stared into the cloudless sky. Also the ending puts the event in a time perspective. Good job. Seosamh De Burca June 26, 2016 at 10:40 AM Thank you for reading and leaving a kind comment on my poem.

Cheryl Koko Koomoa June 7, 2016 at 7:31 AM Wow, what a great feeling this poem exudes I really liked this! Excellent! Thanks! Aloha:) Cheryl Seosamh De Burca June 7, 2016 at 3:23 PM Thank you for very generous comment on my poem, I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

Timothy Hicks May 26, 2016 at 1:43 PM Exquisite and sentimental writing. A lady that makes you feel young is a lady worth keeping ... "your hands pillowed your head as you stared into the cloudless sky not noticing me as I watched you breathe and sigh in contentment ..." aaahh such a yearning for years gone by. Beautiful prose, my friend! Seosamh De Burca May 28, 2016 at 7:29 PM Thanks for reading another of my attempts at poetry, appreciate the kind comment.