Chanced Air Poem by linda jenkinson
Chanced Air
There was a certain air about her.
She exhaled it in deeply measured stutters as
I watched her weave her way through the raindrops
Harbour bound.
There she wrestled with her skirt and
Cut the wind with her frolic although there
Remained this melancholic frisson that blurred
Her edges if not her reasons.
I inhaled her certain air by chance.
I think I tasted home.
Perhaps that was her mission.
Beautifully written Linda - and glad to have found your page....you give, in the penultimate line, a subtly nostalgic reason for the whole piece, so it gives poignancy to the reading...... a well constructed verse.... thank you and warm wishes from Fay - - along with a 10 - xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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9/15/2024 2:31:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem.....Fragrance of nostalgia.