A single tiny cloud
in an otherwise vacant sky,
the inkling of a moon –
and then the birds arrive,
swerving, climbing, swooping,
flocking into sunset.
As the gold coin drops
into the slot of night,
bird wings briefly singe,
cast in a bronze tinge.
Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2021
Image by Chris Sabor on Unsplash
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings: Bird is the Word
Rommy is back this week with a prompt for the birds. she says we can can shape our words around a particular type of bird or birds, or just birds in general. I’ve reworked a piece from 2017.
writing in north norfolk 
Oh, that’s so beautiful!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Very nice. I visualize swallows swooping.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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Luv the penultimate couplet, best of the lot
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💛love
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Thank you, Gillena. 😊
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WOW — “when the gold coin drops into the slot of night” ! What a lovely phrase.
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Love the depiction of the golden hour. So nice.
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There was a tree where all the birds used to love to congregate in my neighborhood right around sundown. The local association had it cut down, but I still have fond memories of how they would gather there and mark the day’s end.
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A beautiful sight.
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I love this one, and I am also a fan of the gold coin because it is very hard to find a new way to describe the sunset.
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Thank you, Graham.
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Beautiful style Kim – really enjoyed reading this piece.
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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I know that everyone – includiing me – loved that sunset metaphor, but I’m also equally enamored of that inkling moon. Great write Kimster.
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Cheers Ron.
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I used to love the birds claims to a resting place in the trees at night, particularly in a city. Then finally when they all have a perch a silence takes over.
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I love watching birds at all times of day, Robin, but the evening flock and roost is a sight to behold.
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brilliant, Kim ~
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Thank you!
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A migrating flock, beautifully described…
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Thank you, Priscilla.
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This is masterfully written! I love the “inkling” of the moon and “the gold coin drops / into the slot of night,” as well as the last stanza being a rhyming couplet.
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Thank you so much, Jenna!
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I love the birds singing in our neighborhood come near sunset. You have set the scene nicely here.
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Thank you so much, Jim!
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“As the gold coin drops
into the slot of night,”
Oh, that is such a gorgeous image!
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Thank you, Sara!
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