King Curlew

Here's our poem in response to Eiluned Lewis's 'We Who Were Born', which can be read at a place called Poetry Nook, (they must like it in the Nook, as they present it twice) :>)

Members of Coo & Co opted to expand on the poem by focusing on one of the 'lordly things' mentioned by EL. We invite readers to take a little trip with us, into the marshes to see King Curlew, pictured :>)

Let's go and see
a lordly thing
in marshy realms,
a splendid king;
he wears a robe
of grey and gold,
his nose is keen,
his eyes are bold.

By day he wades
the marshland dregs
on long-toed feet
below slim legs;
he spears a crab
within the mud
and has his feast
of flesh and blood.

His bed is bare
till February,
that's when he calls
Cur-lee! Cur-lee!
He lures a lady
through the gloam;
they'll raise four heirs
in richest loam.

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Written on 2019-08-05 at 20:04

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Wondering and wonderful

Superlative. This reader cherishes the short lines, the resoluteness and resolvedness (sorry to be inventing words!) of the form. A tip of the hat from across the pond!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
we like the original enormously, and wonder if a chorus was singing background, which might explain the repetition; like we your response every bit as much.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Once again, we apologise for the poor picture quality. Readers are encouraged to screw up their eyes as before :>)