a swallow's wing beat

A beautiful waterfall of Mollyisims. To be read in a lovers arms.Kick-ass over the goal posts. B The playful style may have to be curbed, or modified for the printed page. B

this poem, is a multitude of feelings and beautiful ones at that. Ive been there all the time, ah, how nice. Love Lyz. XX

I remember. This is an exquisite poem. The outside inside oscillation is brilliant. For some reason, northern lights is always plural. Brian

I remember. This is an exquisite poem. The outside inside oscillation is brilliant. For some reason, northern lights is always plural. Brian

Hey Brian, you double posting happened because my posting never posted, funny how that happens. Anyhow, *exquisite* is the echo heard reverberating with thunderous applause. Simply beautiful! ~A

Hey Molly, you know I love and respect this poem so much that I simply have to point out the typo, unless of course you have changed your armour to amour ? Not sure about Brians spelling of Bengalian to Bengaline, I would almost be tempted to place a wager that he has got that wrong, of course it could be some weird Canadian American hybrid version of the English spelling of a now non existant country, so I'm not too concerned, but I do think that Bengalian fires burn brighter. love and love Craig

Oh Molly, What can I say here??? I am flabberghasted by the sheer brilliance of this poem, i love the meterism and breath pausing style you have layed out for it... stunning idea and it works so well! I love the embrace you give the theme in fevered and loving bouts of skittish admoration and love... almost as if you are dancing or prancing in step and give your hand out in turn or swing of the rhythm of the poem! You must be dancing to a mellifluous melody of harmony... one that I think is being played on the harp like strings of your lovely and huge heart Molly! Oh and Molly... Craig (Bless you Craig!) is right... and so are you it is Bengalian, as Bengaline is a fabric that is interwoven in various crossways. So well done my Swedish friend... how clever are you!? Magnificent Molly as always i simple adore your writing! Dale :)

Oh Molly Oh Molly I waited to find something for you to quote as I liked it so much, but your poem was the instigator of my search, I love this darting in the freedom of thee sky, your beautiful beautiful poem like the flash of the winh´gs of that most dexterous of birds, yes just beautiful Molly. Once in Toremolinos in southern Spainwe motored past a huge edifice no windows, no doors a skeleton of a building and ther were the inhabitants, THOUSANDS OF SWALLOWS, literally dating in and out, no tourists had taken this block, they wer the sole owners. The other was this quote from:- p.210. Michener's 1 Spain.- "What I remember most vividly....as the matador and I walked a flock of swallows stayed with us, perhaps a hundred in all, and when we took a step they swooped down to the tips of our shoes, then off into the sky, one after another, so that we moved in a kind of living mandorla such as encloses the saints in Italian religious paintings. At times the swallows came within inches of our faces, swooping down with an exquisite grace past our finger tips and to our toes, flicking the swamp water with their wings. This continued for about half an hour, during which we seemed to be members of this agitated flock, participants in their spatial ballet, which moved with us wherever we went. it was one of the most charming experiences I have ever had in nature, comparable I suppose only to the day when I first skin-dived to the bottom of the coral beds of Hawaii; there was the same sense of Kinaesthetic beauty, of nature in motion, with me in the centre and participating in the motion." Yes and your poem did this to me in another way dear Molly meget vakkert, Love from Ann