Birdwatching

Sweet and sour aurora chorus :
unwilling slugabed  sleepers
wake up.

Earlybird seekers of breakfast
hopping and pecking here and there.
Winners.

A flypast of oystercatchers,
Red Arrows,  veiled in black and white
Stylish

A swim past of mallard parents
with a ribambelle of fluffballs.
Too cute.

The mugging by  high-handed gulls
of an innocent ham sandwich.
A crime.

A patient hovercraft kestrel
aloft and quivering to plunge.
Snatched shrew.

Formation dancing by starlings
glimmering across the twilit stage.
Curtain.

*

A soggy stiff-jointed stillness
of a witness, longing for tea
goes home.


The poem was partially inspired by a post at the Osprey Watch
Ribambelle is a French word for a string of something, usually children.

The form is a Synchronicity poem consisting of  eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This form has no rhyme and is usually written in the first person (variation removes that restriction) with a twist at the end.

 

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8 Responses to Birdwatching

  1. ella says:

    Beautiful your choice of words…was lovely and so vivid!
    I love this write…
    fluffballs are wonderful to watch 😀

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  2. This is beautiful. I love birds, and poems with birds in them: I enjoyed the fly-by as you described it.

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  3. Herotomost says:

    I was recently on a cruise when an elderly man brought his breakfast to his table and went back for juice…we all watched as the high handed gull ate his breakfast in three gulps…he got back to the table and we were staring and smirking and he gave us the stink eye because he thought one of us took his breakfast. I felt bad. Lovely poem I love the birds and the beauty they can bring to an otherwise ordinary day. Great writing.

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  4. Wonderful use of language, vivid descriptions and a perfect ending. Great work, Viv.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada

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  5. Viv, loved this form, and you handled it sweetly. Also, the final stanza of The Witness was a kicker! Peace, Amy

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  6. Misky says:

    A bird-lover’s treat, Viv! Well, all except for the stiff-joints. Sorry about those.

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  7. The mugging by high-handed gulls
    of an innocent ham sandwich.
    A crime.

    Wonderful! Love this image.

    a ribambelle of fluffballs.

    Fabulous!

    I love this poem 🙂

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