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
Your charming poem led me to the Write Anything blog. What fun I had with that post.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your blog.
Be well, Ron
liked the sounds of this one
ReplyDeleteIt is a great poem - a good example of how two inspirations can rub together to kindle something fresh.
ReplyDeleteI like the repeat of "grey white" and also the use of the word "skirr" - you have created a scene in my mind.
ReplyDeletethe sounds in this are fabulous...really, it takes me there!
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem about these delightful little birds. We have the Ruddy Turnstone here as well as the black one.
ReplyDeletegreat imagery in this lovely poem, both visual and aural
ReplyDeleteBraw tae see/hear that guid Scot's wird 'skirr' agin. It's richt onomatopoeic!
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeletelovely.
ReplyDelete(You get to see so many nice places, ahhh)
The birds and the sea!!!
ReplyDeleteCool imagery. Besides writing, you teach nature.
ReplyDeleteThey're such lovely birds, and this is so evocative of them.
ReplyDeleteGreat sounds in this one. And they are often a challenge for me. I love the 'shush' especially.
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