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.