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[aid] => mick
[title] => Kingfisher.
[time] => 2010-07-19 08:24:03
[hometext] => this is a Kingfisher I saw on the river.
[bodytext] => Sweet mother earth Is moving slowly this morning. After last night's rain the air is clean, The sky cool dipped in the honey of the sun. By the river bank I am made cool By the shadow of gently running water, Diamonds trickling over mossy rocks. And there, far out from the far bank, A willow is standing lazily, Her branches, like a fine lady's shawl, Is draped over the water. And there, quicker than my eye can blink, A quickening heartbeat of colour flashes Through branches and twigs. A Kingfisher. He sits stiller than a cloud, mesmerised by water And the game he is playing. A game of which there is only one outcome. I wait also, in the shadow of water and trees, My mind emptied , hypnotised by colour and form, I am caught in a freeze frame of happening. Then blood flowing in a quickening rhyme, Kingfisher aims a stare at the ripples below And with a certain, deliberate accuracy he hits water, The willow a bow that fires him arrow like And deadly becoming of fish. Now there is a silence, I hold my breath and he emerges from the river, A flash of soggy russet underbelly glinting in the sun, His black bill, like an opened empty mussel shell, Grips the fish, grips my imagination. He takes to the willow and shakes water from his perfection, Dripping green and blue he gives me this moment. I am still. The fish is still. I am humbled. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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