Birdsong: Listen!

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 05 Sep 2023
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Afternoon on the hill
Burbling song
resounds around the dome
bubbling, erupting exultantly
two little lungs breathe in, pour out
in synchronous duet
bursting, echoing 
over the scene below –
tiny source elusive, 
suddenly descends.
(skylark, of course!)
 
Evening in the garden
Rich, deep trilling,
chuckles, gurgles twirling,
tickle, thrilling,
short, sharp whistles
mellow whirring,
fluted, languid, stirring
piercing, drilling
through the evening air
invade the ears:
startling, compelling,
invigorate, captivate
the wakened mind that hears.
(probably a blackbird, of such varying song)
 
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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, What a lovely setting for your poem. Loved the lines:-

Burbling song 

resounding around the dome

bubbling erupting exultantly

two little lungs breathe in, pour out

in synchronous duet

bursting, echoing

over the scene below.

These lines reminded me of being up on the Ridgeway and hearing only the tiny birds and their beautiful song.

Then there was that second stanza which really stood out too. I closed my eyes and could picture myself in your garden listening to blackbird chattering away:-

Rich deep trilling,

chuckles, gurgles twirling,

tickle thrilling,

short, sharp whistles

mellow whirring.

I do love blackbird, they have such a distinct sound.

Your photos are special too and give the poem great meaning.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. I'm glad that I caught those moments, and closed my eyes afterwards to remember and try to convey to 'catch' later! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for the cherries. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Oh! This is GORGEOUS, Rhiannon!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks for the appreciation!! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on

There is nothing quite as pleasant as birdsong, except if you live where I do in Australia. We have birds called Currawongs and their songs, while numerous and interesting, are the very opposite of 'burbling', 'trilling' or 'whistling'. Their songs are abrasive, brash, loud and, to anyone not familiar, probably also somewhat disturbing, haha... Lovely poem, by the way.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. We do have harsh bird calls too. In the springtime a rookery close by gets very loud, and the peace at sunset is a relief as is the time when all is quiet all day, and presumably the young have fledged. no longer calling to be fed. I also find the persistance of the wood pigeons' call wearisome, but seem to 'blank it out'!

But there is still miuch beautiful birdsong! Rhiannon