The Swallow

Sit quietly, and wait.

Watch for the movement.

Sit quietly enough

to feel the movement,

a flutter, downward,

a sensation of motion

accompanied (or not)

by a forced push,

lubricated to enhance

the possibility of success,

movement from one place

to another, what physicians

call the swallow.

Over at Tweetspeak Poetry, Seth Haines has a poetry prompt – a poem about a swallow. Or a swan, or a phoenix. Oh, wait. He meant the bird.   

Can a poem rise

from the ashes

of a misunderstood

poetry prompt?

Detective Swan

investigates, only

to determine willful

misunderstanding

and sends the perp

back to Phoenix.

This is getting worse. Never mind.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.