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.’

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.


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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