Geese fly overhead,
chain-stitched in a skein
by the beat of wings.
The gaggle alights
on a lazy wind,
flowing like water
into the marshes,
their harsh, hollow honks
onomatopoeic
echoes of winter
past present future.
Kim M. Russell, 26th July 2018
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
This Thursday I’m hosting Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub. While the pub is open to any poem of your choice, I shared a poem by Mary Oliver and a song by Kate Rusby on the theme of wild geese – continuing the bird theme I started back in February with seagulls – and have written a new poem about the sound of geese arriving in North Norfolk for the winter.
Beautiful description of the geese in flight.
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Thank you, Linda!
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”… chain-stitched in a skein … ” – just wonderful!
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Thank you!
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I love the scene you paint… but I’m not quite ready for geese leaving us for winter yet.
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Thank you, Bjorn. I think they leave you and come to us. 😉
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I love the sight and sound of geese and you have captured it so beautifully here – I especially love how their ‘gaggle alights on a lazy wind’ :o) xxx
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Thank you, Xenia. 😉 xxx
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Gosh this is absolutely stunning!💖 Your words make me yearn for winter… sigh… 😊
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Thank you, Sanaa. I hope the judges like it as it’s part of a quartet I’m submitting to a competition. 😉
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The geese description you painted is beautifully well written and crafted. 🙂 Every line you expressed is fantastic.
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Thank you so much, Charlie. It’s the final part of a quartet I wrote this week to submit to a competition and I thought I’d try it out on the lovely folk at dVerse.
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You are so welcome, Kim.
Well, you’ve shared with us readers such an amazing work of colorful poetic geese and its description. 🙂 Love it.
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Ahhh, made me long for winter too. It was 115 here yesterday!
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“chain-stitched in a skein” – what a fantastic phrase!
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Thank you, Jo!
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Several great lines (already mentioned) in this short brilliant piece. There was a film out 10 years ago, all about migrating birds–shot by a guy in an ultralight. This poem could be a scene in that film; so vivid with lusty details.
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Thank you, Glenn!
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“their harsh, hollow honks
onomatopoeic
echoes of winter”
I love that!!!
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I’m delighted that you love it! Thank you!
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There is something timeless in the flight of the geese. Hard to remain indifferent.
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I wonder how far back it goes. geese are mentioned in so many old tales.
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Probably a long way. I imagine they’d have been symbols of the returning spring and the coming winter.
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I’ve not thought of that noise as the echo of winter but now you’ve said it sounds perfect.
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Thanks Carol! It’s one of my favourite sounds.
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I see and hear that flock through your words, Kim! Brilliant!
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Thank you, Frank!
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My pleasure, Kim! 😇
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Oh! You and your geese. This is so evocative of winter. I love to look up and hear and see them flying overhead. I hope you win the contest. This poem is worth everything.
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Thank you, Toni. I’m preparing to submit a few poems and a pamphlet at the moment.
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chain-stitched … now that is so perfect in the telling …. lovely poem Kim – rings and sings in my heart, I’m a goose lover by nature (it’s also my Native/Indigenous Birth Totem – go figure!) so I love and always wait, with anticipation and longing for their migrations ….
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Thank you, Pat. At the moment the geese are trying to keep cool in the heat.
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it’s scorching … *sigh* …. we all need water …. lakes, ponds, puddles??
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Their wings do seem like stitches in the sky.
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Celestial embroidery!
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kaykuala
onomatopoeic
echoes of winter
past present future.
Love the sounds of the impending cold months to counter the present ‘heatwave’ scorching many places. Wonderful word-craft Kim!
Hank
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Thank you so much, Hank!
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Really enjoyed that — the hollow honks was a refreshing shock out of the sweet images, then flash to winter!
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Thank you, Sabio! Thoughts of winter are helping to keep me sane in this heat.
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Beautiful! Love it.
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Thank you, Ayala.
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you have written this in wind and water – beautifully elemental and cooling!
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Thank you, Laura!
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I liked how you selected the sound of the geese to talk about winter. As I think back to each experience of hearing the geese calling on their migration, these were always deep and sacred times. A signal of end of autumn and beginning of winter.
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Thank you, Annell. We get quite a lot of different species of geese along the coast here.
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Oh, those onomatopoeic echoes do sound wonderful, adding another element to this perfect imagery of a kind.
-HA
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Thank you, HA.
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Thank you for making me look up skein. 🙂
This poem has a haiku vibe to it. Very zen-like, in the moment, appreciating the sights and sounds of winter aloft. I enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Barry. 😉
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I always love textile references. Birds’ flight does seem like stitching. (K)
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Stitching clouds into eiderdown.s..
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exactly
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Such a lovely description of geese, Kim. I always have to stop and stare–and listen to them. When my cousin was here a few weeks ago, we were watching them swim in the river–they went one-by-one in formation there, too.
Good luck with the competition! It’s nice that it’s one where you can use something you’ve posted on your blog.
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Thank you, Merrill. 😊
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Love: the “harsh, hollow honks”–such a precise description of the sound geese make. And the cyclical image of the last line–the eternal recurrence…
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed this so much that after reading it, I instinctively looked upwards…forgetting that I was at work!
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You’re at work on Sunday?!
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Doing some much-needed paperwork….and bored stiff! Going home in 10 minutes 🙂
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Enjoy the rest of the weekend, Viv!
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