Swiftscape by Frances White
Online - 27 July 2020
Swifts dive and screech
flying low behind the trees
chasing gnats in the warm air.
Only a wisp of moon
an innuendo in the clear blue sky
as their silhouettes rise and swoop.
The dart away down streets
like rowdy bikers
revelling in each twist and turn
To reappear screaming
on scimitar wings
cutting black arcs across the sky.
As swifts outfly the shadows
jasmine fills the air
a blackbird sings, safe in the cherry tree.
Hushed, they wheel and spiral higher
gliding sky-skaters tracing patterns
round the moon.
I gaze until their soaring shapes
merge into the soft mid-summer night
and darkness breaks the spell.
© Frances White
Frances White was a much loved Teddington resident for over 40 Years. Several volumes of her moving and accessible poetry have been published. She died of Motor Neurone Disease in 2018.
This poem can be found in the collection, Swiftscape, by Frances White, 2016,
The Seventh Quarry Press, ISBN, 978-0-9935326-0-3