Emigration

Metal birds pass over head,
Their contrails left on a blue canvas
Signed, art by machines
Joy, elevation, related emotions
Sadness, distress, you've  felt their unwanted caress

Huddling your brood close together, the metal birds circle,
Canvas of blue disappears grey is born,
Don't take them you plead!
Let me hold them a while more

In the penultimate second realisation washes over you
Your grip loosens, your brood disperse
Your soul splits never to be whole again
Hope comes, "bring light to the world" you whisper, as you let them go....

Gráinne Mc Cann 
16/10/18