Bird poetry – 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.
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.