Monday, 2 July 2012


weavers in the sky

with beauty
a flight
diving
threading
unseen silk
between through
above below
creating
diaphanous
gossamer
invisible
cloth

swallows
weavers in the sky

32 comments:

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

So swift :-)

the cuby poet said...

Lsdy M: Hee hee!

Out on the prairie said...

I came to a community of them under a bridge a few days ago and really enjoyed their flight.

Mitchell is Moving said...

How timely. I sat by the river yesterday right next to a bridge and watched them do just that!

the cuby poet said...

Out on the prairie: They are one of the delights of the summer.

the cuby poet said...

Mitchell is moving: This seemed to be a way of describing their flight pattern. It sounds as if it worked for you!

Al said...

I love watching the birds flying and diving, it's something we see a lot of here. Excellent verbal representation!

the cuby poet said...

Al: Thank you.

Denise said...

Swallows, weavers in the sky. Love this poem, and love that ending!!!

CherryPie said...

A delightful description :-)

EG CameraGirl said...

Lovely. And now that I think of it, your words are very true!

the cuby poet said...

Denise: I love that you loved this one.

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: Thank you.:)

the cuby poet said...

E G CameraGirl: Once the idea lodged in my brain I can no longer watch them without thinking of this imagined purpose.

Crafty Green Poet said...

swallows really are so lovely to watch

eileeninmd said...

Cuby, what a lovely poem. I can see the swallows flying all around me. Have a wonderful day.

Nancy Claeys said...

Lovely -- we have many that fly in the evening -- gathering bugs.

Hope you get your sunshine soon. :)

Yvonne said...

lovely metaphor here; reminiscent of Hughes' Work and Play.

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet: Oh but how do they cope with this wet, wet weather?

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd: Thanks for your thoughts.

the cuby poet said...

Nancy Claeys: They are so beautiful in the sky so to share my words and have them enjoyed is pleasurable. Thanks.

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: This metaphor seemed the best description I could find. Off to seek 'Work and play' don't know it. Thanks for your comments.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

I LOVE the weavers in the sky line! So beautiful.

ShySongbird said...

Beautifully descriptive! There is nothing nicer than sitting in the garden on a warm, sunny day watching them do just that. That was when we used to have warm, sunny days of course :-(

Jim said...

Wonderful visuals! I wonder if their resultant 'cloth' pattern could be recorded? Imagine!
Thanks for this!

the cuby poet said...

Lisa@ Two Bears Farm: Thank you and am glad you found this poem beautiful.

the cuby poet said...

Jim : I imagine the cloth to be beautiful colours and as light as chiffon.

the cuby poet said...

ShySongbird: It is a pleasure for everyone, thanks for your comments.

Jenny said...

Just like the swallows out our way. Lovely poem.

the cuby poet said...

Jenny: Thanks for reading this and confirming that swallows are beautiful everywhere.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Truly lovely description.

the cuby poet said...

Welshcakes: Thank you so much.