Thursday, June 16, 2011

Between the lines

Late on a summer evening
in the not-quite-day
and not-quite-night of dusk
I walked out with nothing
but an empty net
to catch some twilight words for you.

Thoughts fluttered like moths
across the moon but I held back;
I did not have the heart to trap them in my net.

A night breeze slid gently
down the slope on which I lay,
tumbling metaphors like scents across the nodding grass
but they were delicate as gossamer and slipped between the weave and warp of words.

So I returned without the words
to tell you what you've meant to me;

but if you read between the lines
you'll find a poem there.

(c) A McN
Sometimes you want to show appreciation to someone but don't know the best way to begin. This was one of those times.


Anonymous Susannah said...

So beautiful it leaves me lost for words. I love it. :-)

You are an exquisite writer!

11:13 PM  
Anonymous Music&Lyrics said...

Beautiful ... this softest of jolt hit my heart as I neared the end ... Thank you for the gift of lovely verse.

10:12 AM  
Blogger Graham@Pengam said...

Beautifully evocative ...

6:12 PM  
Blogger alistair mcnaught said...

Thanks for the comments. Much appreciated. This particular poem had a long gestation - about 5 months. That averages about a word a day....

9:22 PM  

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