I had the idea for this in the middle of the night, and it seemed wonderful at the time – as things do, in the middle of the night.
But I haven’t got anything else to offer, so here it is:
I sent my poems out on paper darts,
fletched with the feathers of Halcyon birds,
shimmering blue and moonlit.I wonder if
Linda Rushby 13 April 2020
they will ever return?