Changeling.

Changeling.

A Poem by Fay Slimm

 

 

Changeling.

 

Invisible dancer Air moves with ease
buoyantly changing its imprint
on earth's waiting surface of seasons,
yet windswept Air broadcasts ferment
of mutating chicanery
by state of weathered uncertainty.

 

Air can create snowy-white sculptures
with sudden modified action
producing from cool icier currents,
and light as feathers it will swirl drifts
of autumn- leaf gentleness then
blow up a tornado bent on mischief.

 

Yet when sunk in summer depression
Air forgets to ruffle small waves,
limp sails need bellows for ventures
but changeling ether favours no bluster
of demon breath when ballet-laced
breeze tip-toes on sea making no fuss.

 

From waltz to flamingo on coastal hills
Air loves feeling freedom where
clifftops let divas hone ever more skills.

© 2020 Fay Slimm


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these marks I leave here write now are left only as an indication to others that this page is worthy of a second visit at least .. I have in fact been back more times than that .. which only goes to show what a sucker I am for fine poetry ...



Posted 3 Years Ago


The poet muses here on the changing nature of air according to the seasons. Indeed, it is a changeling, as the entire climate apparently is now. I notice summer is compared negatively with other seasons, and after a brutal heat wave in my region in July, I am not inclined to argue, as I revel in the first cool breezes of autumn. By January and February, though, this opinion may have undergone revision.

Posted 3 Years Ago




.................. just can't get enough of it ..... beautifully poemed and true :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

3 Years Ago

Too true we need more of this changeling called Air at its freshest dear Nev - -- big thank yous sa.. read more
Thank you for reminding us of all the reasons we need to appreciate Air & treat her better. You use vivid & dynamic imagery to paint something we can't exactly see, making it larger than we could've imagined. I've always said the reason I love where I live is becuz of the Air. I love that you capitalize it . . . I think I'll start doing that, too! *wink! wink*! Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

3 Years Ago

Thanking you gratefully for your visit and input to the need for this changeling called Air dear Ma.. read more

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Fay Slimm
Fay Slimm

Camborne, Cornwall, United Kingdom



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Hi from Fay Slimm, I have been writing poetry since childhood and have always enjoyed writing nature poems along with romantic odes to the glorious place where I live alongside the sea in Cornwall U.. more..

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