Thursday, 16 October 2008

Turnstones

dusk

turnstones scurry
grey white movement
against grey white pebbles

the shush of the sea

the skirr of stones
turned by probing beaks


Inspired largely by the lovely bird, the turnstone, which we saw on the coast at Oban, and partly by this post on obscure words on Write Anything

14 comments:

Ron Eklof said...

Your charming poem led me to the Write Anything blog. What fun I had with that post.

I enjoy your blog.
Be well, Ron

Scot said...

liked the sounds of this one

Dave King said...

It is a great poem - a good example of how two inspirations can rub together to kindle something fresh.

The Weaver of Grass said...

I like the repeat of "grey white" and also the use of the word "skirr" - you have created a scene in my mind.

holly said...

the sounds in this are fabulous...really, it takes me there!

Janice Thomson said...

This is a lovely poem about these delightful little birds. We have the Ruddy Turnstone here as well as the black one.

polona said...

great imagery in this lovely poem, both visual and aural

GORDON MASON said...

Braw tae see/hear that guid Scot's wird 'skirr' agin. It's richt onomatopoeic!

Dave said...

Very nice!

Annamari said...

lovely.
(You get to see so many nice places, ahhh)

Rabbits' Guy said...

The birds and the sea!!!

Rethabile said...

Cool imagery. Besides writing, you teach nature.

Lucy said...

They're such lovely birds, and this is so evocative of them.

jem said...

Great sounds in this one. And they are often a challenge for me. I love the 'shush' especially.