Elusive Willow Tit (1 Viewer)

halftwo

Wird Batcher

• Nov 10, 2017

• #1

The fallen fence of shadow stripes
Lies flattened across the trail
The arched brow of a rainbow
Above the black-eyed sky
A crowd of ghost-like birches
Overstep the brambles
Then the tiny 'zi' of a Willow Tit
Falls like ice on the wind.
Silent, past the Treecreeper, whispering
From the trunk, then one more 'zi'
And the melted ice is gone.

 

Kits

Picture Picker

Social Media Editor

• Nov 10, 2017

• #2

Such a lovely moment to capture in such a wonderful way, H.

 

Richard Prior

Halfway up an Alp

• Nov 10, 2017

• #3

I agree, really evokes this start of wintertime atmosphere perfectly:t:

 

halftwo

Wird Batcher

• Nov 11, 2017

• #4

Thanks, Kits & Richard - it has turned cold here lately.

 

stuartvine

Well-known member

• Nov 14, 2017

• #5

I really enjoyed that one.:t: I shall now digress... The first line, "The fallen fence of shadow stripes" immediately brought to mind the opening line of the King Crimson song, The Court of the Crimson King - "The frozen chains of prison moons". So much so that I tried to fit the rest of the poem to the tune (fortunately it doesn't work). Now I have an ear-worm for the next few hours!
(Apologies to anyone who isn't aware of who King Crimson were - 70's prog rock band).

 

halftwo

Wird Batcher

• Nov 14, 2017

• #6

I remember them, Stuart!

I've just noticed an error (oversteps, not overstep)

 

SueO

Well-known member

• Nov 15, 2017

• #7

Agree with Richard--I felt winter coming on. I enjoy all your poems, H, but I confess that I like your winter writings best. It's been since childhood that I lived in a place with winters and your writing brings back such vivid memories. Look forward to reading your winter posts from your new place.

 

halftwo

Wird Batcher

• Nov 15, 2017

• #8

Hi Sue,

Hope you like the next - just coming up.