‘Angel in a Field of Rye’
© Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

I watched her from a distance.
An image of colour in a silent field.
Serenity, soothed me in abundance.

Grasses swayed as starlings do;
In the dusk of evening o’er a meadow.
Motionless she gazed toward the blue.

My curiosity wanted to enquire; as
To her well-being.
An inner voice told me to avoid disturbance.

The midday sun warmed the bee,
The cranefly waltzed the Red Admiral.
The only disturbance to my infatuation.

Unmoving the maiden sat; still as the air.
There was something Godly in that Irish field.
In the distance I saw a multitude of doves.

I revelled at a heavenly choir in song.
She rose, floated on golden wings,
And in fading to the thin air, she was gone.

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