About This Site


Music: A Ei Di'r 'Deryn Du.
Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

Subscribe to this site on YouTube

Subscribe to get a poem sent to you each day by email

Eighteen is a windswept borderline:
In a moment, gates forever closed.
Gulf of dreams behind the vanished child,
Halfway round the corner of her smile.
The change flaps in the breeze, but in a while
Each motion turns to dance, each gesture wild
Eventually is placed, positioned, posed:
No leaping for sheer joy but by design.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

[about this site] [poems for free] [poem of the day]
[site policy] [about me] [links]

privacy policy