World of Words: Poem of the week
I saw an iridescent flash
of light before my eyes
and glimpsed a swiftly moving bird,
diminutive in size.
I longed to see it once again
as I sat by the stream;
could I have just been dozing off?
And was it just a dream?
I hid behind the willow tree
and peered across the reeds;
then scanned the water up, and down
just where the minnow feeds.
I heard a splash and looked around,
then satisfied my wish –
for ’neath the surface seemed to be
a little feathered fish.
It rose up from the river-bed
on wings that beat so fast.
a small fish glistened in its beak
as it went flying past.
Once more I viewed its brilliance,
perched high upon a tree.
I feel I have been privileged
to share this memory.