THE BIRD POEM
All Curlew up
‘neath Eider down
until a Shrike
from clock alarm
arouses him all Grouse and frown.
When fully Kittiwake he rise
and Buzzards off all hot and Puffin
‘cause he hopes that he can steal
the early worm before another
bird can Robin of his meal
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This started out somewhere else as a comment - thought I'd polish it a bit and post it here.
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Michael,
A great polishing indeed! Good enough for a hungry Shining-blue Kingfisher who is ready for that meal!
This delightful write made me chuckle and the sculptures are getting better and better!
Awesome!
~Laura~
Bless you Laura - so pleased they gave you a chuckle.l
Two laughs in one setting - great.
A big smile came to my face when I saw the sculpture and changed into a laugh when I read the words.
Thank you Michael.
My pleasure - thanks Andy
Oh lol, a fine write and pic Michael. Along the lines of Miss Berles. What's it called when words can be something else - if you know what I mean? e.g. 'Bill Posters' is another one.
There is 'anthromorphism' if that can apply to words too?
Google 'Cilla Berles' and weird stuff appears!
I'll google her - hope I don't get accused of being some sort of pest ! Homonyms - is that the word? More googling on the way. I'll be all googles out and I'm not dressed yet.
Ahh yes, homonymns. Opposite to Anton's Hymns? Antonyms. And who is Anton?
I meant 'anthropomorphism' before. Wish I would stop waffling one! heehee.
Anton the Bread - little blighter. You still waffling?
Yep, now homonyms sounds like homilies. But I'm not Roman Catholic, so it don't apply to me. Wish we had some homilies though, i.e. short(ish) sermons. I know a place where it's regularly over 30 minutes. Depends if it's holds our attention I suppose!
Brilliant fun-use of names and traits Mike - - super write once again. - - p.s. love those cottages reminiscent of Cornish village life.
Actually there is a renowned artist in Cornwall who makes these on a commercial - if you're not familiar with her work try googling Kirsty Elson. Thanks Fay.
Fun piece Michael and I especially love your piece of artwork - wish I owned it!
Pity there is such a deep puddle between us Lorna or I could wade across and bring you one. Actually this one was sold some time ago.
Pretty soon we will be able to hop across the plastic Michael!
Now there's a thought!
Thanks MICHAEL ~ The English language is full of HOMONYMS and I sent one back to STEVE recently who used HYPERBOLE (love the sound of that word very Hellenic). I told him it should really be HYPERBOWL and it is a big Stadium in New York were they play ROUNDERS ! My fave fishy one is the Atheists Bible ~ In the beginning COD ! Thanks for sharing & intriguing. Love the Houses ~ as FAY says very CORNWALL. We get a lot of drift wood (etc) carvings @ Snape Maltings (Suffolk) have you ever been ? Yours as always BRIAN
Not much drift wood around Market Harborough - I have to rely on pieces of smashed up wood found on building sites.
Long word there - hyperbole! What's Miss Berles up to this evening?
She's very angry - someone stole her name, lost the 's' and stuck the rest in Hyperbole. Will she ever get out?
Big smiles here, really enjoyed this. Also i'm really appreciating you still life/landscape artwork. How do you describe them. So simple yet so very clever. My imagination runs away looking at these.
I refer to them as rustic sculptures - great fun - thanks dusk. The trick is to make them look almost child-like by avoiding complicated techniques - naive if you like. They are finished with acrylic paint often distressed then with a beeswax finish.
This was indeed fun to read and very intuitive... I did like the painting, too.
Appreciated.
Oh lol, this has come up on Google, top of list, when I searched for Cilla Berles.
Well darn me - I've just tried it and so it does. Now here's a fine how do you do!!
You're famous - for 15 mins, as they say?!
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