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.
Beautiful images of this flock in autumn. I specially love the sounds and the delicate embroidery of their skeins.
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Thank you, Garce!
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Such wonderful imagery and sensory flourishes, Kim. “ticking clouds with wings.” and also love “the delicate embroidery of their skeins”
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Many thanks, Lisa,. Geese are amazing to watch. I won’t see any fly over the house until October. Something to look forward to. 😉
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You’re very welcome. We have Canadian geese here in summer. Not sure where they go in the fall…
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There’ s real taste of the north in the sight of a skein of geese. Such beautiful and steadfast birds.
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They are beautiful and amazingly steadfast, considering the distances they travel from Canada, Iceland and Greenland. We get hundreds of thousands of them flocking to the nature reserves along the North Norfolk coast every year. I can’t help jumping up and down a little when I spot my first flock. I love autumn. 😉
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The geese are tremendous, more impressive than the cranes we get down here. The cranes seem to lose the plot over the towns and the skeins disperse into chaos.
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Beautifully penned with striking and strong imagery. Lovely piece!
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Thank you, Lucy!
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kim
“dark-bellied geese grate
and grumble across grey sky” this is great!
ticking clouds, made me think of pillow ticking, which ideally would be cloudlike
and the ending rhyme just nails it! well done!
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Thank you so much, Eric. ‘Ticking clouds’ is an ambiguous metaphor – pillow ticking and the shape of their wings against the clouds.
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Ace.
‘ticking clouds with wings’
being particularly brilliant!
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Cheers Nick!
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What beautiful imagery you give us Kim. I could almost hear them! I personally find all birds fascinating. I loved your reference to the “delicate embroidery of their skeins”
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Thank you, Christine!
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Brent Geese have to be European. We might have them on the east coast. Your poem is tidy, brief and lyrical, a gaggle of gosling gumption; thanks. We get Canadian Geese here, and they stay for the winter, makikng pests out of themselves, crapping and squacking everywhere.
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We get pink footed geese, which breed in eastern Greenland and Iceland, and Brent geese from Canada and Greenland, Hundreds of thousands of them come to the North Norfolk coast every year, where we have several large nature reserves.
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OK, KR… I loves me some geesey VEEs, I do & look forward to overhead honkin, overheard, whether you like it or not (which I DO). Also on the list of things I like a lot: this poem.
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Thanks Ron, you’ve made my morning!
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You are so good at imagery in nature!
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You are so kind, Jenna. 🙂
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kaykuala
Their noisy nasal honks pierce
autumn twilight like a foghorn,
belying the beauty of their flight
It cannot be any better than to see a whole flock flying in unison in the twilight orchestrated naturally by instinct. Wonderful scene Kim!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Geese mean autumn is here. Nasal honks is just right. (K)
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I love that sound. 😉
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Nice contrasts and I like your use of the word skein to describe their weaving in and out.
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Thank you, Judy!
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Wonderful. I love their honking passage overhead in autumn.
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It’s such a friendly sounds, as if saying hi, I’m back again.
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It is fun to see their Vees moving across the fall sky. Love the images in your poem…
belying the beauty of their flight
and the delicate embroidery
of their skeins as they alternate
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Thank you, Dwight. Skeins of geese are a sure sign of autumn.
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Yes, here as well. We call them Canadian Geese!
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There are two contrasts made here – between marshland and farmland, and between the mundane goose on the ground and the delicacy of the goose in flight. Your description is so detailed and accurate. Love it.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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yes great depiction … this is not a goose I know but they all seem to repeat that nasal honk.
Love it!
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Thank you, Kate!
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Just loving the alliteration in this beautiful lyrical poem, Kim.
I hope you are keeping well.
All the best.
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Thank you Kerry. It’s lovely to hear from you! How are you? My release date from Covid shielding is this Saturday. I’m anxious about going out after five months, so I will be taking it slowly, and then, on 9th August, my husband will drive me to my daughter’s house, where I will stay for five days and celebrate my birthday with her and my grandson.
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Take good care of yourself, and enjoy the time with your family. It has been so tough, this year.
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A masterful use of language. I read this one aloud.
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Thank you, Xan!
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Thereis a wonderful sense of place in your poem. I can visualize the scene.
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Thank you, Suzanne!
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So beautifully described–the sounds, the motion, the delicacy. We have geese here all year, but also migrating ones. I love to watch them.
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Thank you, Merril!
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“grate / and grumble” is perfect. Geese can be so cacophonous.
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Thank you, Ken!
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What a uniquely imaginative description of flight of the geese
“
of dark-bellied geese grate
and grumble across grey skY”
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Thanks so much, Laura!
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When the weather cools herein AZ, a flock of geese gathers around a small lake in a park near us. They are loud and gangly and fiercely protective of their young- I enjoy watching them. I love the imagery here Kim.
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Thank you, Linda!
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You nailed that perfectly! I think you described most of what they are and what they do in just that short poem!
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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