October Lament

..." a gathering of shining starlings

sitting slanted on an earthen roof "...

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...hoping for a murmuration one day...

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Poem for Open Link Night Week 33 at dVerse.

The Murmuration.

Did Steinbeck have the low-down

on starlings?

Someone did.

Are they held together

by the elastic string of time?

Their timing is certainly precise.

Even gulls

who get caught up

in that display

avoid black wings

that shimmer

in the late sun.


I posted this on the 1st. December last year but I'm putting it back up for dVerse this week.
It's Open Link Night Week 33.

A Poem for Thursday.

The Murmuration

Did Steinbeck have the low-down

on starlings?

Someone did.

Are they held together

by the elastic string of time?

Their timing is certainly precise.

Even gulls

who get caught up

in that display

avoid black wings

that shimmer

in the late sun.

A Murmuration

There we were coming back from a three day break in Suffolk, just driving past the Hen Reed Bed and on our way to Blythburgh with the water on the left. The winter sun just setting behind the reed beds.

There were people standing gazing heavenwards and we assumed that they were twitchers or at the least birders....but no...suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted what they were watching...

...the dance of the starlings....

....a murmuration of starlings.

Oh!

That takes your breath away.

Who ever told them to do such a complicated and glorious sort of combined flying?

No don't answer that.

I want to keep the memory intact.

Forget "Strictly"....we stood amazed and it took me a while to gather myself together to take these pics. The best and closest was over but these were pretty darn wonderful as they moved away out over the water.

And then ...they were gone....

Down into the trees on the far side of the marshes.

Magic!