• Martin Wardley

The swift

The scream of the swift heralds May

Oblivious to the year underway

And ignorant to that which had passed

With all of the pain and the grief

All of the loss and the testing frustration

The blame and the condemnation

The slow infiltration

Of deteriorating belief

Theirs is a self-guided course

Driven by deep rooted forces

Paying no heed to the changes

Save the state of the weather

Together through thousands of miles

Their enduring and annual flight

To raise warmth and illicit a smile

When returning with pitch on the wing

Whistling the joy to the wind

Touching our souls and kissing out thoughts

This scream of the swift heralds hope

12th June 2021

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


Time to stop time Time to take stock Time to celebrate Time to stop the clock Time to reflect Time to mull a while Time to cease all action Time and more besides Time to walk away Time to sit alone Ti

A wild night

Canvas straining at the demands of the battering gale Nerves taught, fraught and fighting the urge for flight The shocking wind, mocking inner anxieties And silently she screams through poles and pegs


Before the recognition of pain Before the false perception of the teeming rain Before the keen pursuit of misuse Before the first and third-party abuse Before the physical dependence Before the need f