By mid-October, large flocks
of dark-bellied geese grate
and grumble across grey sky,
ticking clouds with wings.
They descend on the estuary
and spend all winter pecking
at eel grass and remains of corn.
Their noisy nasal honks pierce
autumn twilight like a foghorn,
belying the beauty of their flight
and the delicate embroidery
of their skeins as they alternate
between marshland and farm,
trumpeting their seasonal alarm.
Kim M. Russell, 28th July 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Flights of Fancy
Laura, our host for this Tuesday’s Poetics, is taking us on flights of fancy with poetry about things that fly, so that we might ‘detach ourselves from external matters’. She has given us some high bars to meet, with poems from Longfellow, Robert Frost, Sandburg – I adore his flying fish! – and D.H. Lawrence.