Bird poetry โ€“ a pandemic distraction. Semi-infrequent opportunity to join in. Try it. Create a pingback to this post with your bird poem. Really awful poetry welcome. Good poetry welcome too.

As a bird lover, I feel slightly intimidated about venturing into bird poetry, particularly poems about gulls. This topic has already been covered by many famous poets over the centuries so I am unlikely to contribute any words that haven’t been written before. The inspiration for this short poem therefore comes not from those wonderful poets, but from the seagulls themselves and from my camera. That is as it should be.

Silver Gull

Precipitation casts a sparkling net
upon swirling arc of silver gulls.
On the wing, above the flock, a single
seagull comes to rest, basks high
on nimbostratus. Then
gathering pace, it swoops and turns.
Riding thermals, it dives – arabesque –
down, down, down
until at last, the gull alights – nimble,
serene, feeling light as a feather.

Shine on, ladies and gentlemen.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

41 thoughts on “Writing Inspiration

    1. Thank you, Tina. I wish I could say I planned that last photo. It was a nice surprise. The first photo wasn’t great but good enough for context. I’m also inspired by other photographers to improve my birds-in-flght photography skills. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you also for the inspiration photography theme.

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  1. That poem is exquisite, Tracy, and it reminds me that Iโ€™ve just finished reading a book called โ€˜The Last Migrationโ€™, not about gulls, but about Arctic Terns (amongst other things: itโ€™s a novel), the most amazing birds who, in their lives fly the equivalent of to the moon and back three times. Birds. Respect.

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    1. Thank you, Su. I find some poetry rather opaque, overly intellectual. I’ve been inspired by fellow blogger and wonderful self-taught poet, Frank Prem, to find my own style. The gull in that last photo was enduring a rather tempestuous wind. The feather in its mouth was like a windsock. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. A beautiful, shining poem, Tracy – and a lovely last shot – a real treat, mr/ms Gull. I used to write much poetry in Swedish, but lost it over the years. Sometimes I do some minor poems – but as they are in Swedish, nobody reads. Poetry is somewhat “out” nowadays here. So…I envy you a bit…

    Yesterday I had a phone call when I was driving to town to find a frame for the photo of my mother. I could not answer, so I called back before I drove home. It was the florist shop in my home village. Home again, I opened the door and found the most beautiful bouquet of autumn coloured roses and Chrysantemum on the table. I fumbled for the card inside – and it was… from You! Tracy! Tears streaming – I could not believe this…all the way from Australia, you thought about and cared for Me, Tracy. You are a remarkable woman. Thank you from the depth of my heart. I always knew…you had that special quality. Keep it safe, care for it. Always stay just the way you are.

    Much love form Me to You โ™ฅ

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    1. Thank you, Ann Christine. I remember you saying that you used to write poetry. You have a poet’s heart. Keep writing. Time is short …

      I’m so pleased the flowers arrived and that the florist looked after you with a beautiful arrangement. It was my first attempt at an international order so I didn’t know how it would turn out. We are all by your side in spirit. Much love back.

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  3. Tracy, forgive me for I am way behind in catching up. Hope you won’t mind my binge reading!๐Ÿ˜‰

    The photos and the poem are fantastic and if you don’t mind my repeating…do write more poetry…please!โค๏ธ

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      1. Tracy, I am reading your posts of my own volition…no pressure on you at all. Waiting eagerly for your mosaic whenever it is complete…and also of course pics of your garden. โค๏ธ

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