A Cup of Breath

“A Cup of Breath”
a Cyhydedd Hir
(Welsh style poem)
by
R. William Lindsey

She sits in my house
light rims her blouse
a frightened brown mouse
runs up her chair
the question so bold
why is it I’m told
those violets are old
stuck in her hair
she slowly looks up
her hands form a cup
as wanting to sup
my anxious breath
I slide to the floor
then float out the door
across fields I soar
in fear of death
but there’s need to cease
my speed to decrease
I see flying Geese
they fly in strings
blue sky they fly through
to a midnight hue
though I always knew
my heart now sings