Poets Paint Pictures Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

Uncoiling the cord, birth delayed,
arriving all blue, mother dismayed
Baby cries out, a quick embrace,
tears of joy on a mother's face

It takes skill this ship to steer
through icy channels, icebergs near
Cliffs of white shot with blue,
unchartered waters to get through

Like scurrying clouds life passes by,
we snatch a glance at a blue sky
Poets paint pictures just with ink,
at the well of art we drink

As blue as a dunnock's egg shell,
blue as woad dye, blue harebell
When you've felt the deepest blue,
brighter sparkles shine right through