Flight. A Poem by John Noonan

They also heard our call high
on African trees,
Steering by stars they flew home
repossessing spring woodlands,
soon a soft voice directed
towards houses across our valley
can touch song to soul,
cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo,
cocooning, cocooning –
wild notes of hope.

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John Noonan’s poetry has been published in magazines and anthologies in Ireland and abroad.

2 Comments

  1. I like this John – a high quality poem – your usual high standard

    Cheers, James Finnegan

  2. Love it John!

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