Fay Slimm.

Glorious Din.



Glorious Din.


The day going home, dull light
had gathered in greying rolls for dusk
to take over coming of night

as scarlet's striated coverlet
hid the best of sunset but then began
a time to remember.


A pair of stars liquidly shone
as birds approached from southwest,
dark drifting specks on

   horizon's mist, quiet hoots         
from wavering indistinct skeins wrung        
music of air-flight to roost.


Each dot became a bundle
of goose, vigour of muscles suddenly   
swooped noisy and hungry,

feathery myriads of arching
white beating steadily with instinct's
gift to food-blessed marshes.


Like clamour of playground
at break-time commotion became a
glorious din of active sound

as press of geese-thickness
droned in with relentless clicking for
space to safely settle in.


Soon eerie silence as beaks
closed on drooping heads reliably set
to continue goose-mystique.  



  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    Wonderful piece by you Fay. Exactly as it happens.
    I have entertained several families of starlings (around four and twenty x 2) over the past month when the chicklings have been reared and now almost fully fledged. They will soon be gone now to join those in the image provided by you.

    Oh to be a songbird, highly in the sky;
    Oh to sing her sweetly song, oh to have her eye.

    Ex animo, Alan

  • Goldfinch60

    It is so wonderful to see skeins of geese but the most impressive are to see murmerations of starlings, as in your picture, I have been privileged to see them a few times - wonderful.


    • Fay Slimm.

      My apology Andy for I posted the wrong picture above my verse - I too love starlings in wonderful formation but wanted to show an image of geese --- they both inspire and leave awe in their trails - and thank you so much for your visit and comment.

    • dusk arising

      It's been so long since i goosed! lol

      A lovely reminder of something i haven't seen or heard in more years than i care to recall. Probably because i took it for granted back then. How the years cast a different hue upon the like now.

      As before, I enjoyed the pictures conjured up in reading this.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fay.
      I would rather experience the sounds of countryside. On a walk, I returned to a main road. Nosy motor-cyclists. Maybe two of them racing each other. I thought 'Oh vanity, making that stupid noise on those bikes'. Not many about to see/hear them showing off.

    • Suresh

      Your art of displaying a subject in mesmerizing words is stupendous


      THANKS FOR SHARING FAY ~ Love the Pic & Poem. A Skein of Geese in flight & formation is an unforgettable experience ! Your POEM (as expected) elgantly describes the scene & honking ! I see & feel & hear it perfectly ! The silence (V 9) is as awesome when they have gone ! It reminds us that Makind does not OWN the EARTH ! We share it with billions of other living creatures !

      Blessings & Peace & Joy
      LOVE Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

    • MendedFences27

      Beautiful poem Fay. I love poems of nature. This one rings true, as we would see geese flying overhead of our previous home during Fall and Spring. They would settle in nearby marshlands. Just a lovely poem - Phil A.

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