Bird Fly Away

some of this is true

We walked the windswept wilderness

Stepping upon the swamp tussocks

Avoiding the slow-worm slow-warm

Sandal soaking oily rainbow water

 

Rain ran down her face, her laughing eyes

Her nose and into her smile

And I knew, just then, I must apologise

For what I had hidden and my lies

 

She had never asked much

She had not stood with hands on hips

Demanding more love than I could give

 

I looked at her, I looked

Deep into her dark pool eyes

And began to say, “I’m sorry…”

 

She shushed me with a finger to her lips

Pointed to a wheeling kite

Winging twisting cavorting hunting

 

“And that, (she said) is you.”

 

”I’m sorry for the time I said I love you

While on my way to the bed of another

 

I’m sorry for the fizzy water

That drenched your face on the beach at Brid

 

I’m sorry for calling you my second choice

When you were fourth at best

 

I’m sorry for brow-beating you

For those few pounds I lent for cigarettes

I’m sorry that your marriage died

Through love for me I could not return

 

I’m sorry for spoiling your happy holiday memory

By saying I wish I spent it with another

 

I’m sorry for my sour words

When pressing the termination upon you,

That I had to pay for,

Of the baby you longed to mother

 

And the foreign scent and long black hairs on my pillow

And for the scratches you found on my back from another”

 

No reproving darkened her features

Her warm-heart smile

Bridged a vastness between us

 

She pointed to a wheeling kite

Winging twisting cavorting hunting

 

“That is what you are.”

 

Stepping upon the swamp tussocks

Avoiding the slow-worm slow-warm

Sandal soaking oily rainbow water

She walked the windswept wilderness away.


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TheRecluse

Like the rest of us then, Rick, a regular guy, doing his best to lay the herd without any commitment or punishment! “She shushed me with a finger to her lips” is a brilliant line in this context, and makes her such a beautiful woman for some reason I cannot explain. While enduring such callous behaviour, she certainly understood the animal needs of a wayward soul. But, the whole poem is full of fine descriptive lines played out in the ‘swamp tussocks’. Full of your usual wit, and enjoyed.
Trevor

TheRecluse

Thanks, I would really appreciate that. I’ll send you the address of my old practice which I’ve kept as a sort of Dylan Thomas estuary hideaway, without the estuary, even though I’m now retired. It’s where most of my books are too.

Jolen

I agree with Trevor in all that he said, but I’d like to add, that as a confessional piece, this works beautifully. Your lines, though short, manage to capture a great deal both in sentiment and perspective. I very much enjoyed this poem. It is one that will stick with me.
blessings,
jolen

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