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Written by fellpony
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08 March 2008 |
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Birds hunch on the electric wires,
facing the wind, feet gripped like steel.
They lift into the air, on wings
set at the angle of control.
Up in their proper medium,
to them the trees and bushes seem
to tear along, dragged by the earth
that rushes forward and creates the gale.
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Flight
Written by beatricelouise (215 comments posted) 8th March 2008 | Very nicely written. I guess my one thought when I read and reread this poem is that here in Canada we have lines from pole to pole, and the birds are lined up in a row. So it is a bit diffcult for me to imagine birds on poles.
I thought maybe leaving out the word 'on' on wings would work better. Just a thought!
They lift into the air
Wings set at the angle of control  | hardly relevant...
Written by patterjack (1433 comments posted) 8th March 2008 | ... nevertheless I cannot dismiss from mind The Jaguar by Ted Hughes with it powerful final image
patteerjack | Yes, Brian
Written by fellpony (1715 comments posted) 8th March 2008 | | it's exactly that image - similar to the one I sometimes get on a long journey: that the transport is stationary in the universe and the earth is being spun beneath. A reversal of viewpoint due to mental exhaustion, but fascinating none the less. I was watching the birds in the gale, and wondering if they felt the wind less when they flew in it rather than stood against it, fixed to the earth. |
Written by NathanRoberts (277 comments posted) 9th March 2008 | 'dragged by the earth
that rushes forward and creates the gale.'
Wonderful last line which really makes the poem. It reminded me of the chorus from one of my favourite songs, 'Do You Realize' by The Flaming Lips:
'You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion
caused by the world spinning round'
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