A repost from last year; Sage Coo permits FT to make an introduction :>)
Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f99mfQOldx0
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Grebe barcarolle

It's busy in the café garden,
but not quite full –
Sage Coo and I locate
a picnic table,
and we wheel up
alongside.

We've arrived late
on purpose,
with our sandwich box
and flask of tea,
so we're just tucking in
as owner 'Mr Boat' is preparing to go.

Gradually everyone else
leaves too,
the mums and dads and children –
and the smiling elderly couple,
who wave at us
as they walk away.

Sage Coo and I sit quietly together,
knowing that this is the time
and sure enough,
there is the smallest stirring
on the far bank
and the grebe family appears.

First, the father,
his fiery crest held high –
then Mrs Grebe,
smaller of stature
yet the more splendid
for her passenger.

The little chick's
black-and-white striped head
is just visible
among the glossy feathers
of Mother's back, as the family
sails the Lake together…


When the row-boats are moored on the café-side deck
   and the shutters are closed for the day
and a coot tiptoes under the tables to peck
   at some crumbs tumbled off a tea tray,
then the lake stills and settles around the low quay
   and the elegant grebes paddle by,
calling, 'Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca!' and whistling, 'Wuh-ree!'
   upon shimmering mirrors of sky.

When the children abandon the small wooden swing
   hanging down from a brittle-bark plane
by a length of grey rope fraying gently to string
   swaying slowly through droplets of rain,
then the lake stills and settles around the old tree
   and the elegant grebes paddle by,
calling, 'Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca!' and whistling, 'Wuh-ree!'
   upon shimmering mirrors of sky.

When the joggers stop pounding the waterside path
   and turn homeward towards the far town
while the dogs cease their splashing in willow-lined bath
   once their owners have called with a frown,
then the lake stills and settles around the calm lee
   and the elegant grebes paddle by,
calling, 'Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca!' and whistling, 'Wuh-ree!'
   upon shimmering mirrors of sky.




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Written on 2016-05-30 at 00:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so wonderful. I love the whistling songs. And the stanza beginning "When the children abandon" is so beautifully crafted. I am so glad I looked back to read this. Thank you :)
2016-06-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Two very distinct styles of writing, both magical. I wish that I'd been there.
2016-06-02


shells
I love the difference from the busy environment to the quieter, for me the quiet wins, that lovely still time and your observations are delightful.
2016-06-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
'Tis transportive to read your poems, for many reasons.
2016-05-31


Kathy Lockhart
How perfectly delightful in every way!! I am blessed today by your poetry. You took me on a beautiful, pleasant journey far away from my home. Each detail immersed me into pleasures of the most natural and delicate kind. Thank you dear poet for this sweetest time of my day. bookmarked. :) kathy
2016-05-30