It’s the second day of the NaPoWriMo challenge, and so far I’ve kept up. Yesterday’s poem Nettle Shirt is a bit shambolic to share, and anyway, as I think about how to fix it, new possibilities for development occur to me. Today’s however, is shorter, and closer to being a finished piece. Seems a bit like cheating, but my grand-daughter is due any minute, so it’s all the time I have!

Dum Y At

Round the hill’s shoulders
a string of silver beads –
five wild swans in flight.