spinning over the horizon
white winged doves
playful, racing,
beating the gale
at its own game
rushing whooshing turbines
chuck the breeze to one another
and shout
“You’re it!”
gathered in groups
enjoying the heights of
their moorland playground
these catherine wheel
windchasers -
dance for me!
Thanks, Ann, for your response.Gulls are noisy, no contest. That is a lovely photo of you. You always look so glamourous, like a model.
I think I saw them as doves because of the pure whitness, the quietness, the round eggshellness of them, and the peace element, as they seem a peaceful way to make energy. Hope that helps, Cynthia. Gulls are so noisy!
What a delightful, positive spin on a very controversial situation. I liked everything in your imagery except the metaphor of 'doves'; I'm still trying to digest that comparison, to see what you see. IMO, 'gulls' maybe, as they intrusively wheel with complete domination everywhere.
In reading this poem I can almost literally smell the frsh air and see clouds racing across a blue sky!
Glad you enjoyed my latest blog offering!
Well Ann , you are a woman of your word(s). You have done it! I quite like these graceful carbuncles?! Win x
On a clear day I can see about 30 of them from my back windows - only 14 today though!
..CARBUNCLE! Got it! :)
x
I actually really can't remember the right word...
Ohhh, we have just this month got one of these...I say 'we' but I mean Garstang the town, I can see it from my kitchen window. Fabulous playful poem, just the antidote to all the NIMBYs writing up to the local paper saying it's a bunion* ! :)
*or whatever the right word is....
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Ann Foxglove
Thu 14th Oct 2010 19:21
Haha! I wish! ;-)