Pigeons

I count a string of them on the power line:
one, two, three, four, five pigeons,
plump, grey, grumbling curmudgeons,
comical and pearly – and with a loud
clap of wings they explode,
like fireworks that have lost their sparks,
and disappear into the dark.

Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2024

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This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are plucking strings and writing quadrilles, our poetic form of just 44 words (not counting the title), including one word provided by our host, Lisa, who suggests lots of ways in which the word ‘string’ can be used. She has also shared poems that mention the word ‘string’ by Diane Seuss, Kahlil Gibran, Truong Tran, Bob Kaufman and Paisley Rekdal.

I have resurrected and rewritten a poem from September 2020 into a quadrille.

47 thoughts on “Pigeons”

  7. I love this pigeon poem, and boy when they fly off they do explode like fire crackers! I love pigeons and have two little spotted doves nesting under my deck at the moment, the little bubba’s are about to take flight. Gorgeous birds, pigeons of all kinds! 🙂

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      4. The ones in London are undernourished, some only have one leg or eye, and they are generally regarded as vermin. Ours are well-fed, very pretty and delightful.

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