Friday, 9 April 2010

Redwings

For weeks now their crouching run,
A moving field of Scandinavian beauty,
Stained red and eye-browed.

Lately they flocked and wheeled,
Small groups fusing,
Now fifty strong,
Calling and whistling.

Yesterday they flew away,
North wind on their wings,
Frost on their beaks.

An emptiness on our fields.


(Previously published in Envoi)

16 comments:

The Artist said...

Hi Juliet, calling in to wish you a wonderful Easter, best wishes, The Artist

The Artist said...

Forgot to mention enjoying using my site link to pop over and check out your latest poems, bye again, The Artist

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks for visiting again! Happy Easter to you too!

Is it just me? said...

Love the last line.It hurts your heart, but in a good way!

Gordon Mason said...

Great senses of movement here. Enjoyed it!

Gillena Cox said...

Juliet i received my copy of your book 'Unthinkable Skies' thanks for agreeing to book swap :)

much love
gillena

Poetikat said...

Beautiful.

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

Marvellous poem on Redwings Juliet, this one wants to talk with it:

EAGER

Gulls look more relaxed,
cormorants while flying
beat their wings so quickly
anxiously against the void,
being in a hurry maybe,
eager to comprehend
this eternal transit.

Lynda Lehmann said...

Lovely poem!

I hate when birds leave, except for the Canadian geese who soil all the athletic fields in this vicinity!

Deb G said...

Like this one...

Nat Hall said...

Oh, those familiar feathered wings :)
beauty, Juliet!

Bill said...

I hope we'll get to Edinburgh some day. A friend's daughter has just been accepted at St. Andrew's.

Robin Rule said...

love the Redwing poem. Like the other commenter said, "It hurts your heart, but in a good way." I too loved the last line.

Naquillity said...

always so uplifting to read your poetry. this is no exception. beautifully written. always a wondrous sight watching birds take flight and sad to see them leave our fields empty. hope all is well.

Short Poems said...

What a delightful poem :)

You have such a nice place to stay here xx

Short Poems

Gabrielle Bryden said...

Lovely poem - the last line provides a strong contrast to the busy, movable feast of birds gathering to leave in the previous stanzas.