Before the silken reed

Before the silken reed

13 March 2020

Photography by me

 

I looked at growing weed

Where two swans glided peacefully

Before the silken reed

They beckoned it seemed up to me

 

Had they heard my unspoken sighs

Thoughts of you, my solace?

Water hen flew across the skies

In criss-cross drew your face

 

I knelt still upon the boulder

That had the ice withstood

In love we could grow much bolder

Could we? I thought we should

 

Photography by me

Reading of the poem:

Song of Return – Saint of Sin