Saturday, 17 May 2008

Gulls

Gulls divebomb each other,
squabble over perching rights
on chimney pots,
throw back their heads
in raucous chorus,
rip rubbish sacks to shreds,
steal chicks from nests
and devour them on the roofs

then launch into the sky
to soar on thermals,
sharp white wings
against the blue.


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22 comments:

murat11 said...

I like the ratatat speed and boogie rhythm of this divebombing poem: raucous...rip rubbish...it rocks.

Granny Smith said...

Words that bite and dazzle and bring to life the active squabbling gulls. Well done!

colleen said...

I can practically hear them. Having grown up near the beach, I miss their squawking sounds.

Tammie Lee said...

your words read with wonderful rythm. Telling a strong tale.

Lucy said...

great imagery, I can see them soaring and hear their chorus. :)

Scot said...

strong images--love the end

Becca said...

I agree, the imagery is marvelous here - the rough and raucous gives way to beautiful soaring across the sky.

Noah The Great said...

Awesome.

Janice Thomson said...

This was lovely Juliet - the imagery was fantastic and I felt I was right there. Loved the ending - I like gulls so this was a treat to read.

Rabbits' Guy said...

You nailed them from my view point!

Kinda like rabbits ... 49% bad 51% good! Good wins ...

this is my patch said...

Last year we had the seagulls looking to nest behind our chimney stack, we had to remove the makings of three nests. It will be interesting to see if they try their luck again this year? x

June said...

Liked this a lot!

anthonynorth said...

Amazing birds to watch. And how they feed on tourists' fair at the seaside.

Linda Jacobs said...

With just a few finely tuned words, like brushstrokes, you bring the gulls to life!

polona said...

there's a mister hyde in every creature, it seems.
but i love watching gulls soar

Tammy said...

Gulls have always fascinated me and frustrated me. Your bird poetry always captures their spirits and this one is no exception.

anno said...

I like the sharp earthy contrast of chimney pots, ripping rubbish, and stealing chicks to the ethereal dreaminess of these birds soaring on thermals, "sharp white wings against the blue."

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Jennifer Hicks said...

divine eloquence!

sarala said...

I like this line:
rip rubbish sacks to shreds

It is a poetic tongue-twister. It all fits the theme quite well.

texasblu said...

It is very well written - I too can see the images clearly. The ugly with the beautiful....

Bluebethley said...

Your poem shows sharp images with a dark edge, just like nature, bringing it all to life in the reader's mind. I especially liked the "soaring" section. Lovely!

San said...

love usage of words here.