The Well Poem by Alan Halford

The Well

Longer days offer hope.
From deep my waters feels fresh light
against a tired and worn out head.

Not long before I breathe the sun again
and children laughing tickle me with pebbles dropped
and I laugh back an echoed splash.

A black bird sings his song and stops.
Peering down my neck, laced with silt and moss and shiny stones.
unafraid – listens to his song sweetly singing back.

Some love at last
The dreary days soon behind.


©Alan Halford 2013