At full tilt, air gleamed -
and a window-struck kingfisher,
snatched up, lay on my palm
still beating faintly.
Slowly, a tincture
of whatever consciousness is
infused its tremor, and
ram beak wide as scissors
all hurt loganberry inside,
it crept over my knuckle
and took my outstretched finger
in its wire foot-rings.
Cobalt wings, shutting on beige
body. Gold under-eye whiskers,
beak closing in recovery
it faced outward from me.
For maybe twenty minutes
we sat together, one on one,
as if staring back or
forward into prehistory.
Such a wonderful poem by Les Murray.....................
Such tight observation and vivid imagery, stanza by stanza, make this poem exciting to read. There is no rhyme or rhythm but it is filled with poets' compression.
THIS POEM SUK SO MUCH I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE INTO MY TOILET WHILE I WAS IN THE BATROOM, BUT MY MOM WALKED IN AND GROUNDED ME FOR USING MY PHONE IN THE BATHROOM. BTW THE POEM BELONGS WITH THE SH*T IN THAT LATRINAE
Well execution is done on High-Speed Bird by Les Murray. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
Lay on YOUR PALM? ! How surprising, Les, since this kind of bird is a very shy species that doesn't show much. Scientific name: Alcedo atthis, but staring back or forward into prehistory, I have my doubts, Les. On your palm either. We can never catch this bird, and absolutely not on the palm of the hands, nor yours nor mine. But this is a treat to read though. Excellently created. A pleasure to read this treat. Thank YOU for sharing, Les!
I know you from AYERS ROCK, since I had been there too. Now this poem is twice chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! CONGRATULATIONS for Poem Hunter's finest choice. God's Blessings! A 10 Full Score and much much more. Best regards from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan, poetess. Perfect observation/
Slowly, a tincture of whatever consciousness is infused its tremor../// greatly written
High-Speed Bird! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ow excellent birds descriptions- Cobalt wings, shutting on beige body. Gold under-eye whiskers, beak closing in recovery /// great