The Snipe

Leusa Lloyd

‘the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh’- Donal Og

 

I heard her chitter before I saw the

needle of her beak, the snipe

aproned white, was

weeping – no, speaking –

in secret tongue. I strained to hear of

what. Was it you?

Was it you folded in

her arrowed feathers, the slash across her

eye? Was it you breathing deep

the dank smell of her soft marsh?

Leusa Lloyd is a Welsh film-maker and journalist. Her poetry and short stories have been published or are forthcoming in Ink, Sweat & Tears, Green Ink Poetry, Everscribe, Mugwort, Moon Water, Tiny Wren Lit, Black Bough Poetry and Wee Sparrow Press.