Alison Cassidy

(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

! ! Two Galahs

Two Galahs
with blushing bodices
and snow capped heads,
alighted on a steel pole
high above the busy intersection.

The winter wind whipped
and bumper to bumper traffic
growled and fumed,
as these rosy roosters
chatted and preened-
blissfully unaware
of peak hour,
or petrol prices,
or the agonizing effort of commuting.

Soon the traffic moved off,
and so did they -
leaving me with a smile
and a heart lighter than before.

Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009
Edited: Saturday, September 26, 2009

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (8/10/2009 9:08:00 AM)

    Alison, I loved 'blushing bodies and snow capped heads' as I found it such a captivating description.
    You are skilfully shown he difference between two gorgeous galahs and the busy traffic by bringing sounds into the poem, and I felt I was there too! Loved it! 10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (8/9/2009 1:58:00 AM)

    I agree with Sandra, you build a beautiful bridge between the mundane life and Nature in this poem.
    CP. (Report) Reply

  • Tsira Goge (8/9/2009 1:18:00 AM)

    Soon the traffic moved off,
    and so did they -
    leaving me with a smile
    and a heart lighter than before.

    You have chosen a fine way for returning calmness, a lovely poem, Alison..10...
    Best wishes,
    Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (8/7/2009 7:42:00 AM)

    You create a bridge between the natural world
    and the mundane world in this delightful poem.
    Sometimes looking up can make all the difference.

    With warm birthday wishes,


    SandraX (Report) Reply

  • Shashendra Amalshan (8/7/2009 12:41:00 AM)

    Hello Allie! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

    Hey first Happy Birth Day! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

    Hey you must be having a great time huh..

    hey this again is another very sweet one by you..Frankly speaking I didn't know who Galah's were so I had to surf the net and find out who they are..
    Oh what lovely beings they are Allie! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! hey this must be a fun incident....
    you know, the kind of stuff that they show in America's funniest home videos..
    and my dear Allie the camera woman captures most beautiful photoes indeed..

    with lots of love
    Shan (Report) Reply

  • Linda Ori (8/5/2009 10:52:00 AM)

    Wish we could all adopt that same carefree attitude. It would make life much easier, no? (At first, I thought this was about you and me - 'snow capped heads - lol!) A lovely poem, as you always seem to see things from a different perspective, Allie. Truly magical!
    Linda ; -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (8/4/2009 5:45:00 PM)

    Very charming and pleasing. I wonder how did you notice the two galahs in bumper to bimper traffic of peak hour! Now i know galah means Australian cockatoo and poetry means Alison Cassidy! !

    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Patrick A. Martin (8/3/2009 9:20:00 PM)

    I thouht for a moment you may have been talking about me and a mate when I read the tiltle. I sat here after reading conjuring up the image of those two pink and gray parrots looking down at the peak hour and one saying to the other 'and they reckon we're galahs! ' 10 from this aussie (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (8/1/2009 7:40:00 AM)

    isn't it so wonderful when we bring into our own world, through observation and, perchance, involvement, an event in nature, going on before our very eyes - an event totally oblivious of our own existence. Oh, this world is so so beautiful when we stop and take in all that nature offers us, and you, ali, has taken in a whopping breath and fed your lungs with its beautiful beautiful air.
    mark (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (8/1/2009 3:11:00 AM)

    Another beautiful scene captured by your truly gifted hand Alison. It's always a pleasure to read your work. Love, Andrew xx (Report) Reply

  • Nimal Dunuhinga (7/30/2009 8:58:00 PM)

    Your birds fly so high with the reader in your charming painting.
    Alison is a fine observer of birds! (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (7/27/2009 9:39:00 AM)

    Allie, a bright and breezy way to start my day. I have never seen a Galah as we don't have them in England, but they sound and interesting and beautiful bird. Top Marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend.
    Hugs David (Report) Reply

  • Sonya Florentino (7/26/2009 8:48:00 PM)

    if only everybody else too enjoyed the birds, this would be a much more beautiful world! i love it Alison! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Ian Bowen (7/26/2009 5:35:00 AM)

    Alison, top class piece of writing. Most enjoyable to read.
    Ian (Report) Reply

  • LOVEFOOL Aka (7/26/2009 5:07:00 AM)

    I used to watch prisoner of cellblock H on late night telly the word galah was used a lot and I never knew it's meaning I do know.Wonderful natural poem thank you 10++ (Report) Reply

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