This evening geese pass
skein unravelled
tossed by storm winds and driven eastward
tumbling
dark litter against grey sky.
Leaderless
their eerie voices echo from the roof of heaven
a lament for the lost path home.
Lost geese
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This evening geese pass
skein unravelled
tossed by storm winds and driven eastward
tumbling
dark litter against grey sky.
Leaderless
their eerie voices echo from the roof of heaven
a lament for the lost path home.
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..you have a true talent with the ‘taste’ of words, m’Lady …
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…Author and Poet friend, Jane Dougherty has a true talent for the ‘taste’ of words… enjoy this short offering from her ::))
Beautiful, although I did have to pull out the dictionary on some occasions on geese and skein…you made me work!
Skein is a lovely old word. Funny it applies to geese and wool, but it just fit the image of those big birds tumbling about in a tangled mess in the clouds.
I supposed that much that it was related to the birds, by the way nice picture, poets are not that different from writers or me novice writer I get inspiration to write a little short story by a picture or a word or quotes or phrase,man the list can go on and on. We are masters of creativeness.
It’s strange the things that will trigger a reaction. Maybe the more creative you are, the more often it happens.
It sure is, I can talk none sense about a flower that is falling apart, make a hole story about it, that´s why I write, so I don´t talk too much none sense.
What a perfectly beautiful piece, Jane…it makes me feel empty just reading it. “Dark litter against grey sky” -whew. I’ve taken the liberty of blogging, tweeting, linking, facing, digging, pinning, and stumbling it. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Thomas. There’s something magical about wild geese, I can’t help but want to write about them. I suppose that’s what you’d call inspiration.
Lovely prose to go with the lovely image♪♫
They do sound so haunting. I like it when it’s so dark you can’t see them when they fly overhead. You can hear their wings.
When they fly over the city at night their wings reflect the street lights. Very strange effect.