Poetry
(Swans - August 27, 2012)
Blue and yellow flowers up the mountain's side
far in the sky where the clouds are born
there she danced and there she whirled
a gossamer sprite against the blue
Supple willows up the hills' expanse
shade for the bowers and the burgeoning rills
seven of their sisters grouped in a ring
to guard the daughter of the moorland's marsh
Fast she flew along the crest
dancing, dancing on horizon's breadth
fleet like a feather swift as the wind
forever singing where rivers begin
Up the steep meadows I ran like a child
arms outstretched to catch the dream
slowly fading into mountain's mist
beyond my grasp on dawn's gold beams
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John M. Marshall is the founder and editor of Epiphany Arts, Cape Fear Poetry Society, and various poetry sites. He has received several writing awards. His poetry has been published in the U.S. (including Swans) and seven other countries. He recently had song lyrics performed at the Irish Embassy in Bulgaria. Marshall lives in Wilmington, North Carolina. (back)