Open-Mouthed.

Lunchtime for swallows, winging in
to meet and cheat flight of newly arriving
insect-delight,
Is worth trying to see, it follows highest
of skills, defying the best
Speedometer readings,
And rapid as unseen air escaping from
fastest train-express.

Working birds dart in aerial speed skyward,
Almost as fleet as rarely seen flashes
of disappearing flies.
Winged skeins of hungry open-mouthed
Swallows swallowing invisible food
accelerate past ,showers of form
like jet-propelled, sea-starved proud
basking-sharks now airbourne.
Which leaves watching humans agape
and gasping.

Gerard Lebel
Another little gem, Fay. I love poetry that as I am reading it, my mind can capture a clear image and this is a perfect example!

carol
amazing they arethanks for painting them

sarwar chowdhury
All i can say is - great wording! Ammmmmazing poem!

Kerry O'Connor
Oh I do love the swallows and miss them all Winter long - I'm so glad you're keeping an eye on them during their Northern hemisphere sojourn, Fay.

Nikunj
birds and flying machines and insects ...lunchtime swallows and shenanigans ....grand images in here , this is a unique piece describing the scene in very different hues .............I am sure this shall leave many of us AGAPE ....

Susan Jarvis
Fay, from the magnificent chosen image to the intake of breath in the closing line, this poem is a triumph, and I just love; 'Winged skeins of hungry open-mouthed' - perfect. :)