Two Sonnets - Cyprus

Cliff Walk by the Officers’ Mess, Episkopi

I sit and watch the sunset warm the sea

Turn clouds golden and haze each cliff and hill

I hear grey doves call and I see a hooded crow,

But the griffon vulture is evasive still.

I am an early knight and this is now my quest

To spot the bird so heraldically named.

Instead blackbirds sing, their golden notes expressed,

Sparrows twitter, and the evening is claimed

For smaller fry, among them me, spring visitor,

Bringing English meanings to what I see

As we have always brought to southern shores,

The isles of Greece and the wine-dark sea.

I’m ready now for my long journey home,

And those migrations that are yet to come.

The Drive To Ay Nik Primary School

The fields are full of mist and new flowers,

Mandarins glow like lamps on bushy trees

These early mornings are glorious hours

Of Cyprus time; I imagine I hear bees

Buzzing the sound of spring to me.

The swifts have come back, they weave and dip

And look, the blueness of the distant sea,

I hold the moment, freeze-frame, lest it slip,

The monastery that has claimed the hill,

The silver sparrows and their humble darts,

The pine processionary moths who still

Are webbed in nests like cloudy hearts.

And with window down as we lightly pass

I smell bruised marjoram, the vivid grass.

Copyright James Nash 2018

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