Culture

CURLEW II

Poem for a wading bird

By Nib

Curlew, I have found you

At the river’s widening bend,

Stilted stepping fresh sheep bitten sward,

Sweet sticky golden whins and broom.

Your thrilling-trilling-fluting calls

Bounce on steepening braes,

Over alder, rowan, birch

Then dulled in early blushing heather,

Shaded under yet cold barren places.

My heart jumps to see your scrape is here,

Tandem with oystercatchers’ weep.

Hard by flourish daubs of lilac willow-herb,

Hard by running salmon, grouse and roe.

Hidden in plain sight,

Veiled in cloak of speckled bars and brown,

Eluding fox, weasel, eagle eyes,

In stillness.

In stillness,

Enthralled I watch you call your young to flight,

Downy innocence.

You are real and raw as just sawn wood.

While I am here again in autumn’s later days,

You have mastered mysteries of air and water,

Cobwebs at your field’s gate glister dewed,

Last ospreys take their chance of late-run fish.

They’ll follow you to other mud and estuary.

While I…

All I see is the fading grassy dent you made,

The easter wind now searching,

Turns to thoughts of nearing crunching frost.

Related articles
Nature
His Epic Message Will Make You Want to Save the World

His Epic Message Will Make You Want to Save the World

Winner of the Film4Climate competition, spoken word artist Prince Ea makes a powerful case for protecting the planet and challenges the human race to create a sustainable future

Nature
Missing Cat

Missing Cat

There are more lion statues in the world then there are wild lions

Culture
Set: Opening

Set: Opening

2 sonnets for badgers