Aerial

we are aerial
we are swifts
asleep on the wing
or rising sooty-brown
to black against the sky
wings like scythes
and all summer long we fly
until the long days pass
African heat and grass
call like drums and rattles
and we fly

Kim M. Russell, 8^th March 2021

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Swift and reblogged for World Poetry Day 22nd March 2021

Sarah is back to welcome us this Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, for this month’s small, but perfectly formed, quadrilles. The prompt word Sarah has chosen is ‘swift’.

Sarah has painted a perfect picture of springtime in the UK and written beautifully about swifts, birds related to the swallow, about which I have chosen to write my quadrille, She has also shared gorgeous poems by Yeats and Hughes with the various meanings of ‘swift’ to inspire us.

Common Swifts by Brune…