Egrets we

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.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

32 thoughts on “Egrets we”

  1. 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.

    1. Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ 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.

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