Tuesday Poem: Wild

For Colin


erupting from a flock of birds
arms wide open
that great heart pumping
so hard so hard


that great heart pumping
so hard



Mary McCallum



A poem about my friend Colin Webster-Watson, a sculptor, whose great heart gave out nearly five years ago. He'd feed the gulls every day down on the beach near my place, and oh they knew he was coming! What a noise - what a sight. His arms would be flung out like the wings of the birds that flocked to him. But then he was always like that, arms flung wide ready to embrace.

Do check out a powerful sensuous arresting poem on the Tuesday Poem hub this week by Bill Nelson.  It will stay with you I promise.