Bright day
as cold as winter
pale as pearl
silent as a midday meadow
and blue as sky
dunnock’s eggs
kingfisher breast
mackerel stripes
dawn a shoal of pinkeens
and the drifting down of lost owls.
Fish feathers and bird scales
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Bright day
as cold as winter
pale as pearl
silent as a midday meadow
and blue as sky
dunnock’s eggs
kingfisher breast
mackerel stripes
dawn a shoal of pinkeens
and the drifting down of lost owls.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
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“the drifting down of lost owls”. I love that! 😀
I sometimes find pure white downy feathers in the grass in the morning. I assume they’re from owls. So soft and fragile.
I see white feathers a lot, too–different sizes, but I assume they’re mostly from geese.
I wonder how they lose them?
Pale as pearl–that’s so apt for this time of year. I’ve just finished my March mandala/grid, and that’s exactly the feeling it has. (K)
I find those skies oppressive. I don’t mind clouds, they’re beautiful, but I like to be able to see them. Those skies of pale grey aren’t cloudy, they’re just opaque colourless light.
Cloudy is the wrong descriptive word for them. But I like the ways they can change light and form. Every kind of sky has its own light.
They do and it’s odd how some covered, dull skies can have an opalescent light and others seem like the bottom of a pond.
Maybe it has to do with density.
Could be. Higher moisture levels giving that deep sea effect.