Coastal Path (3) – birds
By Rhiannonw
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Martins swoop, and loop the loop –
out from the cliff whizz out to scoop
unseen insects,
whirl return:
too fast to click
a fly-past pic.
Gulls upon a rock,
2 oyster-catchers standing still
(good binocular view), red beaks;
one chasing gull, then lull.
Suddenly rich piping trills
at volume high
transcend the gull’s harsh cries –
three oyster-catchers
sweep by with open bills:
if we could stay all day,
and fly around,
what drama would we see,
but never fully understand.
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Lovely snapshot Rhiannon.
Lovely snapshot Rhiannon. Sounds like a great day.
Parson Thru
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I really like the graceful
I really like the graceful swooping rhythm of this poem. I feel the flight of the birds and the breeze and the freedom of flight.
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Gorgeous, Rhiannon. No one
Gorgeous, Rhiannon. No one does nature like you.
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Great verb use - makes the
Great verb use - makes the darting, fleeting birds come sharply into (and out of!) focus. Your final two lines are spot on.
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sparkling again, really enjoy
sparkling again, really enjoy reading your work, loved the use of oop and ick sounds at the start, immediately vibrant and full of life, continued later with lull, trill, bill. i too wonder about structure, but I have read your reply here. i have been having a dabble in poetry but I always wonder about structure - when try to apply it, tends to read like a nursery rhyme :-/ lovely work again and lovely final thoughts :-)
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no that's great, thanks for
no that's great, thanks for that, v interesting to hear a bit about your process and good to think about for myself, cheers :-) :-)
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
This is a lovely poem - making the birds even more attractive through your writing.
Jean
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Hi there, Rhiannon, we took
Hi there, Rhiannon, we took that same coastal path, about eighteen years ago now, on holiday as we were, staying at Valley, in Cardigan Bay (not realising at the time that the cottage we'd booked for the week was literally at the end of RAF Valley''s runway) The holiday company did compensate us, but despite all, we had a wonderful week into the bargain, even though we were woken at dawn by Tornados, and the like. Whilst we were there we also visited an RSPB sanctuary which was situated right at the top of the cliffs, somewhere along the coastal path, but I can't remember its exact location. Do you have any idea where that might have been, I wonder? It had an observation room with a TV monitor that enabled us to actually observe the Guillemots, etc, in their roosts.
Your poem rekindled some wonderful memories for me. It was the end of April when we were there but the temperatures were in the seventies and eighties, would you believe. We had barbecues every evening. Thank you so much for sharing your recent experiences in such a delightful way. Very much enjoyed going back there with you
Tina
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You're a star, Rhiannon...and
You're a star, Rhiannon...and yes, I was getting everywhere muddled up. We've been to Wales so much over the years, Pembrokeshire, where we definitely did walk the coastal path, and Anglesey, as I say. And you're right too about Holyhead and South Stack Cliffs, which was definitely where we went.
When we were in Pembrokeshire and walked the path we ended up in the enormous city of St. David's (the smallest city in the British Isles I believe. Wales is so such a glorious country, and I'm sorry I got the places in a muddle, which you unmuddled, beautifully.
Have a peaceful day, Rhiannon, and thank you for putting me straight.
Tina
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Lovely sense of movement, I
Lovely sense of movement, I felt the energy.
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You capture the sight and
You capture the sight and sound of these birds perfectly Rhiannon. A real drama of a poem.
By the way, I was reading Tina's comment and found that I do miss her writing so much, wonder where or what she's doing now!
Best wishes.
Jenny.
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