Starlings

Poem and illustration by Polly Wain





In a car by Silver Water

Father and Daughter watch a flock

Of starlings dancing in the sky.


They punch small holes through cobalt space

A swarm of dots in endless chase

As sunset fades to dusk they fly.


Swallowed in silence, we converse

Through the beating wings of birds.

No more to say, we drive away.




Polly Wain is a Lancastrian woman living in Bristol, a city with great coffee, a green agenda and the best charity and second hand book shops. Having just completed her MA in Liberal Arts, she is taking a year out to reconnect with her love of painting, poetry, devouring books and upscaling old clothes. She is currently working with her theatre company Tathata Theatre on a project funded by Arts Council England.