Poems

Birds on a Wire

I watch the blackbirds who arrive en masse

to hold court outside my cottage. 

They fly in blue black swarms

Communing one by one on a wire which

heaves under the weight of their sturdy forms.      

They take their places.

Do these blackbirds who visit me each morning and evening feel pain.

Gleaming black silhouettes gazing out on the sun lit grasses. 

They sit in pairs and fill the bare branches of elm creating leaf like black shadows . 

The wires cave under the weight of the black forms as their cawing screeches into my broken heart .

I wait.

They wait.

Then lift together to freedom in unknown skies.

 

Grainne Tyndall 2019©

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SWEET CAKES LACED WITH CHOCOLATE TEAST MY MOUTH 

AS PSYCHEDILIC COLOURS FLOW THROUGH MY MIND AND SWIRL IN A BURST OF 

PURPLE, PINK AND SNOWY FLECKS.

INCANDENSCENT LIGHTS FILL AND DANCE AROUND MY MAN

SHADOWS AND IMAGES, FLASH ACROSS HIS FACE ILUMINOSITY CAPTURED.

VOICES FADING.

BUILDING MOMENTO ON THE DANCE FLOOR

BEAT INCREASING….DECREASING…RISING….FALLING

GRINDING TO A PULP OF RAWNESS AND NAKEDNESS.

PULSATING, DILATING, CREATING AND DEBATING.

SENSES WOOOOOOOOOING

MOVING.

HEART BEATING.

ZOOMING.

IM FLYING WITH TONGUE DRYING.

EYES CRYING WITH LAUGHS AND SIGHING.

OLD ME….DYING.

IM HIGHER….HIGHER.

PULSE POUNDING AND DESIRES MOUNTING.

JUICES FLOWING WITH MEMORY GOING.

BODY GLOWING.

DANCING, DIVING, DUCKING AND DELIGHTING IN THE FLOW OF THE BLOW.