Day 563: Swallows

I love swallows, don't you?  The way they fly, flicker and flutter across the sky, their distinctive v-shaped tails gone before you can say 'wow what was that!' And I like how this poem entwines its subject matter with its emotional theme.

Swallows - Kathleen Jamie

I wish my whole battened
heart were a property
like this, with swallows
in every room - so at ease

they twitter and preen
from the picture frames
like an audience in the gods
before an opera

and in the mornings
wheel above my bed
in a mockery of pity
before winging it

up the stairwell
to stream out into light