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Fly Swan

Oh patron of the bardic arts,

Come rhyme, come ride along.

Fly swan upon a breeze of hearts,

And barter hope for song.


Poetry writing, its highs and lows and frustrations, feels like transfiguring my own feelings and small hopes and despairs into words, trapping a feeling into a verse. This dreamy poem is an invitation- to be syrupy, cheesy, to ‘fly swan upon a breeze of hearts’ and not worry that you might be common, to revel in the common, to sing and flow when you prefer to wallow. Swan is another word for troubadour, or minstrel- so come patron! Tempt your muse! Barter your hope for a song to sway to on the more difficult afternoons.

© Aimee Wood 2022

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Poem Composed

A poem composed- thus freshly pressed,

Like four leaf clover fold,

Might find and fend the one possessed,

To stave the gloaming’s hold.


Sometimes I write down a poem, fold it up, and keep it in my pocket like a good luck charm. A piece of advice or hope, which I can unfold when I need, to remind myself to keep on. And when I do write something new? Such sweet satisfaction to capture a moment in a rhyme, even when the sentiment is heartbreak or loss. Today, the first day, I begin to let my poems fly.

© Aimee Wood 2022

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