Apologies to Brendan at earthweal if I’ve missed the point with this one. I got carried away with big white birds.`
Egrets we
The lone swan flies into the light,
so white, bright-feathered,
lost to sight in the brilliance of the sun.
Below in the golden meadow,
white-plumed egrets strut, pale herons,
yellow bills dart and dig beneath plum and fig.
Each to his own, grace in the skies,
searching for what is lost, flown,
while stocky cattle birds stab and dab.
I would be a swan-ship, petal-cargoed,
not frog-grubber, cow-ticker, parody in plumes,
but I have lost the right to choose.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
The lines really blended with the image..👌🏻
I’m pleased you think so 🙂
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Love it Jane.
Thanks Di 🙂
Yes, just right for Redon. Birds sailing the skies. (K)
Birds and boats are pretty similar.
Yes.
How could I not love this? 😏
All the hyphen-words are wonderful, but egrets and Redon, too.
Thank you 🙂 There seem to be a lot of egrets this year. Probably not a good sign. Some abruti will decide that there are too many of them and they need culling.
We have lost that right but we can still choose what we see, and this is beautiful.
I see graceful white birds. Others probably see useless inedible free-loaders. So far, the boors are winning.
Beautiful.
I have never seen a swan in flight and imagine it must be wonderful – but mornings here the flocks of egrets fly low across the estuary – spectacular in the collective grace.
Thank you 🙂 There are swans here down on the river and just occasionally we get one or a couple fly over. So graceful, powerful too. The egrets are a bit buffoonish in comparison. But yes, in flight, they find their grace too.
Lovely.
a very elegant and graceful poem, matches your art selection perfectly… well done
Thank you 🙂 The painting is a favourite of mine. It seems to fit quite a lot of my poems.
This is so beautiful, and the message in your closing stanza hits home…….a wonderful write.
Thank you, Sherry 🙂
I think I’d choose either, if it meant being that close to nature.
I know what you mean.
Maybe there is a still a way for your find some kind of grace. Your poetry suggests a way forward.
I write and write and write. If nothing else it fills the time, but I’m exploring the way I think as well as the way words fit together.
That sounds like what I’m doing. I write to find the answer to questions I pose myself. 🙂
Exactly. I do the same. Work out how I’d address a packed house 🙂
I saw an egret today and it was a most welcome sight! We do what we can.
Perhaps we have less choice, fewer choices overall. I like so much how you show this through the birds in space and light and nature.
Thank you. We still think we can do anything we like, even though nature is telling us we have no choices left.
very nice, with a little “kick” at the close 😊
The inescapable urge to ‘say something’ 🙂
that’s one of my favourite urges 🌷
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