J.S. Watts

Swift Dance

We call across the fields,
come join us.
Join the dance
as it rises over earth and grass.
The soaring kiss of air
in the arms of the sun.
Blue waltz of summer.

The sun cannot stay away,
rising earlier and earlier
to greet our wing-tip helix.
So we rise to her,
an air-borne courtesy
we thrill to extend,
feathers outstretched and circling.

The swirl of the dance is our DNA,
a reel of joy and love of the breeze,
the soaring kiss of air
in the arms of the warming sun.
Come join us,
but do not be deceived.
We dance for hunger as much as love.

We are a swarm of hunger,
flocking the sky,
martin, swallow, swift,
spiraling after fulfillment
in the sweep of the dance.
Come join all, but
not all can leave.

Ours is a ballet of life and death.
A dance for all seasons,
but summer is best,
with a beak open fullness
making small deaths the sweeter.
We fly and fly until
our wings can carry us no more.

J.S.Watts is a British poet and novelist. Her writing appears in publications in Britain and abroad and has been broadcast on BBC and Independent Radio. She has published six books: four of poetry, Cats and Other Myths, Years Ago You Coloured Me, The Submerged Sea and an award nominated poetry pamphlet, Songs of Steelyard Sue.