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.
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.
Oh my Tracy, that closing gull image is amazing! And your poetry does him/her proud!
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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. 🙂 Thank you also for the inspiration photography theme.
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Tracy–the photo and the poetry are absolutely magical.
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Thank you so much, Lois. It is a Lois kind of photo. 🙂
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I love it! Don’t know about ping backs. I have a few bird poems in my files from the years past.
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Thank you so much..
You can always copy and paste your post link into the comments. I will visit anyway but it is nice to have some shared fun too. 🙂
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I love your bird poem! It captures the gull’s flight perfectly. I also love the photos. In that last one, it looks as though he was bathed and groomed for the photo shoot.
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Thank you, Liz.
Bathed and groomed with artfully staged feather out of place. 😉
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Precisely. 🙂
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Great pics and words, Tracy. 😊💙
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Thank you so much, Irene.
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Loved the poem! -arabesque- is a great word, love the way it sounds Do you think the seagull was trying to imitate having a goatee?
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Thank you, Heather. I may have been taking some artistic license with arabesque. 🙂 It had a nice mouth feel to it, a bit like a goatee, so I stuck it in. Hee hee.
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😀 you’re welcome.
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That poem is exquisite, Tracy, and it reminds me that I’ve just finished reading a book called ‘The Last Migration’, not about gulls, but about Arctic Terns (amongst other things: it’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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Thank you, Jane. “The Last Migration” doesn’t sound like a happy book. I must check it out. Birds and animals are so amazing. Something to treasure.
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Lovely poetry, Tracy! You are a very talented woman!
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Thank you, Ann. ❤
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Poetry is a form I’ve always struggled with (reading as well as writing) but I enjoyed yours Tracy — and I love the gull close-up.
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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. 🙂
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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 ♥
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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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♥ They are standing in my first room – gloriously shining, and the first thing I see in the morning. You are incredible. ♥
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Tracy – Awesome it’s photos and I loved your masterful words!
ESP this -:
“down, down, down
until at last, the gull alights – nimble…”
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Thank you, Yvette. ❤
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😊🎶
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Your words and photos are a winning combination!
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Wow, wow, Tracy. Your closing image is incredible! I love the imagery in your poem, too.
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Thank you, Patti.
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Both poetry and pictures are awesome, Tracy! That close-up of the gull is incredible!
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Thank you so much, Su.
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Tracey loved the poem. I think poetry says so much more. As others have mentioned, you captured an excellent shot of the birds.
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Thank you so much, Suzanne.
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Love them both – your poetry and photos!
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Tracy, forgive me for I am way behind in catching up. Hope you won’t mind my binge reading!😉
The photos and the poem are fantastic and if you don’t mind my repeating…do write more poetry…please!❤️
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Your so kind, Punam. Of course I don’t mind. I wish I could reciprocate. I’m just so tired after the gardening and the mosaicing.
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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. ❤️
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Nice pictures.
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Thank you.
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