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By our side gate the old laburnum – whose wood,

in time, may make a chanter or a flute –

is in bloom. I look up through its branches.

There is a little azure and smidgens

of green – and droplets, ringlets, links, chains

of cascading yellow, a torrent of gold.




Our Edwardian neighbourhood fills

with the machined roar of twin turbofans.

An Airbus Beluga – more Arctic whale

than Caspian sturgeon – with cargoes

of worked metal from Toulouse, banks low

over the churchyard’s antique horse chestnuts.




A heron, crossing from one river

to another, beats above our chimney pots,

and three swifts, harbingers, curve through the blue.

A blackbird, perched on the laburnum’s

aureate halcyon canopy,

imbues the street with song.





© Copyright David Selzer
4 Responses
  • David Cracknell
    May 28, 2019

    Enjoyed this slow, circulating, meditative gaze into the earth-rooted sky.

  • Alan Horne
    June 2, 2019

    I agree with the previous comment, David, on this poem. ‘Enjoyable’ is the right word. It’s great read aloud.

  • David Selzer
    June 3, 2019

    Thank you, Alan. I hadn’t thought of readers reading my poems aloud when they receive them but, of course, that’s what one does with certain pieces.

  • Dave Williams
    June 12, 2019

    ‘An Afternoon In May’ captures the lazy English springtime, with nature at its finest but 21st century life carrying on regardless. A good one on which to reflect in an outdoor chair, nursing a cup of tea ( or even a cold beer)! Very relaxing!

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