The starlings over Abbey Park

By stevepoet

Fri, 20 Jul 2012
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Autumn. The starlings over Abbey Park
pinwheel, turn and break the cold metal sky,
splinters of ink, diffusing. Sudden dark

shakes and fills the rough-barked, aching trees;
shifts roosts, stills wings; pauses of branches
stripped by the east wind of skittering leaves.

The air lies calm, heavy. Murmuration.
Tiny burst. Heartbeat. A slick explosion
of black twists, reaching. Your cool eye blinks. Sees.

Certificate U
Poem
bits
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Very enjoyable, takes the reader to a capture of a moment. all the best Lena xx

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
For some reason, this has praised you thrice, thrice praised you be :-0)

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Very enjoyable, takes the reader to a capture of a moment. all the best Lena xx

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
I enjoyed this very much, much in there, clear and simple and evocative. Thank you for the picture and reminder. Rhiannon