(Composed during the snow-thaw of last month…) As I sit here, goldfinches glance across the skies outside the window, their ‘charms’ like the bounce of iambic pentameter written with wings. They turn towards our garden, and immediately, their syntax becomes jumbled by a shift and gather of chaffinches – with an adjunct of sparrows tumbling in like a hurried conclusion. […] See Also: Our Northen (Winter) Thrushes
a lull between cars
through the gap in the curtains
filigree wildness
@Dru_Marland @CallMeMoNow Love the poem. During lockdown the goats on the Great Orme had the freedom of Llandudno wandering the streets at will. Now the tourists are back they’ve found it too brash for their liking so have (socially) distanced themselves back to the quieter rocky outcrops.
#Siskin are still occasionally visiting the garden feeders. The fledgling #Magpie are almost fully grown. And today also saw the first fledgling #GreatSpottedWoodpecker at the feeders being fed by Dad.
A warm summer’s evening ...
yellowhammer—
singing for his supper
bread no cheese
#yellowhammer #haiku #EnidBlyton
This is a fun mix of the bird and the poetic syntax!
Yes a beautifully written piece – sadly I haven’t heard from Melanie in a while
Hope all is well for her.