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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.” brilliant write sir...I actually felt it...