Posts tagged ‘calm’

10/04/2013

The Spirit of the River

 

She spent her life apart from folk,

And all her dreams were river dreams.

She watched the weed which hid the pike.

She crept through rushes by the streams.

 

As winter drew the evenings in,

She’d bend the willow, thread the sedge,

And sleep beneath the branches bowed,

As warm as otter, curled as mink.

 

On mornings, white with frost and snow,

She’d break the ice which formed in rings

Up by the bank where water’s slow,

And find the haunts of torpid trout.

 

She’s spent her life – and spends it still –

In river dreams, in drifting free.

 

 

02/01/2013

Evening Air, Lisbon

 

The city air is swept with swifts.

In gusts they drift, then dart as one,

A howling cloud, a swirling hoard:

They shatter all pretense of calm.

 

The sky leaks shadows from the trams,

And spreads them through the boulevards.

The dust and smoke that made the day,

Now settle back and sink away.

 

The heat and drains and old cigars –

An opalescent mix of scents –

Are snaking over castle hill,

And wrap around the wings of gulls.

 

Above the screams of love and fear,

The swifts fly free through city air.