An experiment by Coo & Co: blank verse by our FT, followed by a song from Sage Coo :>)


Spring Scene

Coming to Lower Lake
in mid-afternoon,
we wonder whether the family is
sleeping on their island
when, at first,
there is no sign –

but as we round the west curve
of the lake
and pass the Burnt Tree of Coo…
'There!' utters Mrs T.

– and there indeed,
close to Swan Island,
George and Zelda
and all the little brood.

We leave the pedestrian path,
crossing the grass
to a good viewing point
by plane trees
close to the water.

Mrs T. says,
'I wish I'd brought my binoculars!'

– and a few minutes later,
a kindly gentleman appears
on the scene.

'Would you like to
borrow my binoculars?'
he enquires.

We thank him
and both benefit
from a closer view
of the swans and the cygnets –
and a pair of nesting grebes, nearby.

The kindly gentleman
is perhaps 70 or so,
grey-haired, bespectacled, tall and thin,
dressed smartly in
dark blue short-sleeved shirt
and dark blue regular trousers –

and he has a lot of questions
about the birdlife of the area,
which I'm happy to answer
while Sage Coo nods encouragement
in my shoulder bag.

The gent moves on after a while;
'How refreshing,' approves Mrs T.,
'to meet someone so pleasant!' –
and Sage Coo and I agree.

As we continue to watch,
Sage Coo begins to sing,
but very quietly
so only I can hear –


To the west of Swan Island, grow young willow trees
   trailing tresses of spring green and gold –
and among these fine strands in the middle-May breeze
   swim the cygnets, now one fortnight old.

George their father is watchful and glares at the gulls
   that wheel shriekishly over the waves
and the woods and the boats with their navy-blue hulls,
   making sure all the lakeland behaves.

Zelda stretches her lovely long neck and grasps twigs,
   twists and snaps to make afternoon meal
for her six fluffy children, the silvery cygs,
   who tuck in with a loud cheeping zeal.

Not far off, the great grebe pair takes turns on their nest
   and the time for the hatching is nigh,
then they'll sail with their black-and-white chicks, proud of crest,
   upon shimmering mirrors of sky.




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Written on 2016-05-23 at 00:54

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shells
A marriage of poems, delightful, a story and a song. It's lovely to hear about the wildlife in all your descriptive detail.
2016-05-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Two wonderful poems. A lot of people don't realize that there should be music in blank verse. There is in FT's. Your poem is, as are all of them, indescribably graceful and lovely.
2016-05-25


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How wonderful. They go so well together. We like to imagine that birds live happy lives and I always hope that is the case :)
2016-05-23


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this collaboration. FT's free verse feels liberating, and the more formal second poem feels familiar. All in all, a wonderful scene portrayed.
2016-05-23


Ivan R
Disturbing, real, imagination, great write and a hell of a read ... wow.
2016-05-23