Penelope’s Poems

April 6, 2009

The Swallow

Filed under: poetry — penelopephoebe @ 7:45 am

The Swallow

He let his body swoop and soar
In stark relief against an irate sky.
His form was proud, his voice was pure
Whilst catching the thermals that rose so high.
Insignificant, on this day,
My mind meandered around this swallow
Cutting a swathe through skies of grey
And how I wished I could fly and follow.
He seemed to fly just for sheer joy;
Streamlined and quite purpose built for his flight;
No materialistic toy
Could offer me such an open delight.
As the chill of evening time
Made me draw close my jacket and depart,
I thought of that small bird so fine,
With gratitude for uplifting my heart.



  1. Great post…I used to live near San Juan Capistrano where the swallows return every year. I knew it was time to leave one only one swallow returned…Perhaps it was your swallow….Ive added you to my blogroll, thought you should know


    Comment by bindo — April 9, 2009 @ 3:53 pm | Reply

    • @bindo, thank you kindly.

      Comment by penelopephoebe — April 9, 2009 @ 4:06 pm | Reply

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