Sinking sand spit
Lapped cold keel,
Shoreline settles
Nudging wings to heel
Flinched and flicked
Arched feathers fawn,
Muscles twitched and
Wings out drawn
Sprints in splashes
Water strings slither,
Pads ticked surface
To ascent delivered
Heart pounds at breeze
Flapping shadows pour,
Downward thrusts upwards
Over surface claw
Scales ripple tearing sea
Pulsing swell niggles ashore,
Smooths at growing distance
Sculpts with soft cold paws
Careen and sweep uplift
Lilt traverse define,
Edge tracing verdant hills
Familiar old outline
Static at roost in counterpoint
A hidden dot contained,
Or a slight indented arc,
Above hills frieze remains.
Danny Draper
19-20/10/2013
Danny this is just uplifting. It warmed my heart just reading I was a silent witness. Beautiful read Danny. Ty. Karen
Excellent Danny, very descriptive - can just picture the scene.
Reading this poem, I am reminded of the style ofTed Hughes... the great poet on birds! I remember having studied a poem.. 'Thrushes' where he describes the delicate legs of a Thrush waiting on a meadow with deadly concentration to pounce over a prey as the trigger of a gun! Once the prey is located, it is over it with a bounce, a start and a stab. A similar movement, I experience in your description of the rising of the waterbird! A great write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find it amazing, how you sculpt your sentences into fine works of art...lucky me, to wander into your gallery and by chance, gain admittance, to view your superior collection. Beautifully crafted Danny.