‘This moment’ by Frances Breheny
An entry in our poetry competition:
Gather me close in the haze blue
fold of the mountain calm.
Wrap me tightly in the still air,
Where no moments heart hush
Will destroy the silence,
Where no tremor of a memory,
Or fleeting droplet of the past,
Will glance as a spear of sunlight
Parting the peace violet wrapping of the
Let no bird song
Tremor through the still air,
To destroy the fragility of
Let the memories remain folded
Concealed in the timeless
distance of the cloud hung sky.
Let me remain forever in this
And give me peace.
© Frances Breheny