Saturday, 20 November 2010

Waxwings

a soft chiming call fills the trees
then the flurry of a hundred pairs of wings
that still into crested silhouettes

one flies overhead
- a rush of red tipped wings -
to grab
berries from a nearby tree

a pink punk with a bandit mask


Waxwings are in Edinburgh in their hundreds

14 comments:

d. moll, l.ac. said...

:)))) pink punk

dfg said...

"pink punk with a bandit mask" = perfection.

Titus said...

Sorry, got to say it too.
That final line!

Carver said...

What a cool poem.

Caroline Gill said...

I love this, Juliet ... and would love to see a Waxwing, for that matter.

lakeviewer said...

Waxwings, my new favorite birds I've never seen.

Draffin Bears said...

Hi Juliet,

What a wonderful poem and will now go and google the Waxwing bird, sounds lovely.

Happy week
Hugs
Carolyn

EG Wow said...

The poem describes them well! They are wonderful birds that I love to have visit.

Naquillity said...

oh, i've missed reading your poetry in my absence. this is wonderful. you always have the perfect way to say something. hope all is well.

Rabbits' Guy said...

People go bonkers for the cedar waxwings!!

HKatz said...

that still into crested silhouettes

What a beautiful way of describing them go still all of a sudden.

This is such a lively and inventive poem.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks everyone for your comments! Draffin Bears - the red text in the post is a hyperlink and takes you directly to a page about waxwings (complete with photos and sound recordings!)

Gabrielle Bryden said...

Wonderful. I had never heard of waxwings - now I have! Thank you CGP.

James said...

Wonderful poem. Our waxwings are starting to come back (though I've not seen any yet this year).