Glorious Din.
The day going home dull light
had gathered to the horizon for dusk
to take over coming of night
and scarlet's dusty 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
remains 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.
With clamour of playground
at break-time I became dazzled with
glorious din of sheer sound
as press of geese-thickness
droned in relentless refusal to cease
before true dark settled in.
Soon eerie silence as beaks
closed on numerous heads, countless
the reasons for goose-mystique.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
Very good write Fay, those geese are wonderful to see and when they are quiet it can be overwhelming.
I sees them geese too, by a riverside near-ish to our town centre. Lovely write Fay.
Mystique indeed... awesome poem!
beautiful fay,it all works great together
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