After-Words
A poem.
End of summer
and I come to find
the weather, patiently
it waits, a warming
damp, to wrap itself
around me
Air is sweet
and curves, as
after-words tumble
from the sky
I pick them up one by one
heartbeat, tender, forever
pocket-sized I take them
on a journey
A meditation in blue –
of sky and sea
our favoured places
And when the wind turns
I will bring you
shells, stones, mandalas
of moth-wings
And you
will take my breath away.
© leila 2023
Beautiful, simply beautiful. There is such a wistful and contemplative feeling in it and the last line seals it perfectly.
Alison x
Thank you Alison for the good words, glad you found it so…Leila x
the feeling is very fine, and you bring “shells, stones, mandalas/of moth-wings” and he, “And you/will take my breath away.” and breathless, where do you two go next. good poem
Swep, your words are much appreciated, thank you…Leila
Ah hello old friend so very kind of you to come along and comment with such generosity of spirit. Many thanks for your words and also for purchasing TSM and I hope you found some of the poems pleasing and Dawn is a darling girl. That’s a coincidence about Dunoon, have quite a few old photos of my mum there and of course I mention the place in a poem in the new book. This poem is an older one from the second book I thought I would give it a wee outing here in the new home of UKA.… Read more »
A nice, expertly crafted, poem full of lyricism. Up to your usual high standard.
Thanks Luigi your lovely words are appreciated…Leila
So another Scottish lady, I wrote a poem about Arran some time ago — and yes I did enjoy reading this.
gerry x.
Gerry many thanks for taking time to read and letting me know you enjoyed the poem and your connection to Arran…Leila x