August

By: ailsaandlisa

Aug 31 2014

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Category: free verse, poem

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It’s nonsense of course and he, of all people,
should have known better.
‘A rose by any other word would smell as sweet.’
Balderdash.

Note how a summer night spent crouched
around a lamp, waiting
for small winged things to flutter by becomes
a vigil in soft darkness for

a Map-Winged Swift, Mother of Pearl,
Common Lutestring, Large Emerald,
Muslin Footman, Silver-Ground Carpet,
Flame, Purple Clay, True Lover’s Knot,

spells in flight.

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The eighth poem written by Ailsa Holland as Poet in Residence 2014 at Tegg’s Nose Country Park, Cheshire. Photo by Martin James.

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