Climb to the wide open summit
Stretch out........ your arms
....................................................feel
the touch of spirit wings.
Quieten your mind
.................................,,....hear
the calls of ghost flocks
flying past.
Birds too beautiful for this world.
Invisible now.
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How moving, delicate and ethereal ... thanks for sharing that... really very special indeed!
All the best, Nadia
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This makes me think of the passenger pigeon, whose extinction is one of the most incredible and poignant stories of human destructiveness. We have a postcard of Mark Catesby’s picture of this beautiful bird up in our hall, taken from the Amazing Rare Things exhibition of 2007. The picture was painted in the 1720s, when ‘immense flocks, one estimated at containing two thousand million individuals, flew over the grasslands of central North America, darkening the skies and taking three days to fly past.’
I like the peace of this.
"invisible" is so beautifully placed.
Like this one a lot.
ghost flocks... I really like that. that photo in your header is amazing. i think I can feel how crisp the place is from here.
Howard, I wasn't thinking specifically of the passenger pigeon when I wrote this but it is a bird i do think about a lot and I wrote a poem a while ago that i may re-post for The Year of Biodiversity.
Juliet, this is really lovely. Could I publish it on the Lúcháir gallery page, please?
Oh I love this. The form gives body to the invisible in a magical way. There must have been something in the air when you were writing this one...it reminds me of my latest in a way. Very different, but with a resonating core of sameness.
I am bawling my eyes out here...your poetry just gets to me every time. You have a gift.
Beautiful and sad. I love the way it starts out quite concrete and then flies away into wonderland.
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