Would I were there …
Remembering 18th of July 2013
O David may I swim with you?
I think you awfully brave,
O David, let me swim with you –
I‘d love to call you “Dave”.
O David, may I swim in front,
just by a stroke or two?
O David, pull a wee bit close,
I’ve lots to share with you!
O David, let me warm your waves,
You’ve such a lot to learn
of open water swimmers’ tricks,
and yellowing Lough Erne.
Beth McDonough has a background in Silversmithing, and continues to work in mixed media. She often writes on the subject of a maternal experience of disability, and finds poems walking, foraging and swimming in Scotland’s cold waters.