A collection of my published short form poetry (2019-2023), set to music and birdsong.
My chief delight is in nature, and when I read a book, or look at a painting, it is to find something about nature in it. So it is with writing, where I try to express the feeling engendered by nature which is, to me, the most important thing in life (After W H Hudson – ‘Afoot in England’ – 1909).
Mostly I write and blog about, well about birds. So it seemed natural that when I first started writing haiku (early 2019), they were also about birds … taking inspiration from nature, but also from paintings of birds, their songs, and from the nature writings and essays of some of our greatest nature writers and poets—insightful reflections of birds—in art and anecdote, poetry and prose.
This is quite a long post so make a brew, settle back in your favourite chair and play some background music while reading. (Tip – Each is best read twice out loud). Or just listen to the music!
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Wales Haiku Journal 2019 -2023 Editions
red skies—
from wind-tossed trees
stormcock sing
drifting snow
shattering the silence
a wren sings
drifting gull …
beneath the mist
the river widens
distant bells
a red kite rises
into sunlight
wheeling gull
behind the plough …
distant thunder
chough tumble
down the quarry face
rain turns to sleet
coot skitter
among lily pads
summer rain
first snow fieldfare strip the haws
squally showers
sweeping the saltings
the peewit’s cry
up in the attic
crawling through
my childhood
wagtails skitter
around the yard …
evening milking
distant hills beyond the gate winter stillness
blown inland
the sound of the sea
in a gulls cry
wagtails …
playing hopscotch
after school
blue moon—
a heron and I
night fishing
a warm wind across the meadows the hum of bees
autumn light
I follow a firetail
into the ruins
frosty morning
breaking the ice …
new neighbours
rewilding our garden sparrowhawk
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Perhaps take a moment and listen to the song of the wren …
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Feathered Skies (eChapbook Spring 2020 Published by Proletaria)
February Summer
sunny days tease the blackbird into song
Dog Days
a whitethroat bursting from the hedge the only sound
Fall
dawn breaks woodcock probe the shadows
magpie nest the blackthorn winter passes over
my backyard a winter wren fills the space
sedge warbler climbing among flags sing incessantly
summer winds a stonechat calls the
sound of his name
first light the pink of chaffinch in the cherry
motionless a buzzard glides across the cloudless sky
busking swan dancing sunbeams fox trots away
wagtail follow the milking herd down the lane
swallow flutter
among the cows –
rain stops play
swift scream
down cobbled streets
bikers follow
out of the mist
the gallows tree …
one for sorrow
lights twinkle
in darkening sky
a curlew calls
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And now a Chaffinch …
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Presence Issue 68
sunshine filling every room the cuckoo’s call
And Cuckoo …
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Hedgerow – a Journal of Small Poems (#132 – #141)
sunshine after rain the forest stretches
lights flicker
after the storm
a robin sings
harvest moon hidden by clouds a flock of plover
waking up
the sounds of the day
waking up
sea fret a bog owl looping the marsh
first snowdrop
nuthatch whistling
from the park
primroses in the hedgerow bank a robin’s nest
nightfall a fox barks into the silence
sparrow song
under the eaves
coming home
morning assembly
sparrows chattering
in the playground
windblown …
across the reeds
cuckoo song
between storms the song of a song thrush
the scent of roses
filling every room
blackbird song
setting sun
among the graves
a robin’s song
a conker in my pocket this time last year
the bark of a raven echoing the silence
windswept above the tree line a mountain blackbird
wild camping
a robin joins us
for breakfast
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And finally a Robin …
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Blo͞o Outlier Journal
frosty morning scrumping apples redwing in the garden
found again
… a secret garden
my childhood
after the storm
gathering windfalls …
pinkfeet calling
above the river beat the sound of drumming snipe
distant bells
deep in the holly
robinsong
shadows on the wall chasing sleep
A memory from childhood when I never wanted to go to bed because of the scary shadows thrown by the bedside oil lamp. Even the patterns on the wallpaper seemed to move. There is a subtle (?) double meaning to ‘chasing’.
Blo͞o Outlier Journal senryu special
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Tsuridoro #2
balloon fest
a windhover
glides away
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‘failed haiku’ – A Journal of English Senryu Volume 6, Issue 67
waking up
… next to you
waking up
flower moon
her scent of jasmine
in every room
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Scarlet Dragonfly Journal (Kathleen Trocmet) 2022
daytime moon
the ebb and flow
of sanderlings
dodging traffic jackdaws finish my breakfast croissant
dusting the bookshelves my mind wanders
sultry winds …
sweeping the hill
a kestrel’s cry
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First Frost Poetry Journal
winter solitude
the fading shadow
of my footprints
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The Paper Birds Art Exhibition (Spring 2023) consisting of 1000 origami paper cranes and 333 Japanese haiku poems that will grow and flock month by month. Traditionally it was believed that if one folded 1000 origami cranes, one’s wish would come true. It has also become a symbol of hope and healing. It is common for groups to come together to fold them for health and wellbeing.
easy listening
a woodpigeon croons
an old favourite
awkward silence a winter wren fills the space
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Copyrights
The birdsong recordings are used here under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs4.0 license. These and many more can be found at – Xeno-Canto a website dedicated to sharing bird sounds from all over the world.
This is astonishingly beautiful ❤️🌹 I’m off to make a brew..
Awww thank you Lesley, I think I’ll join you 🥰
Wonderful; so inspiring too. Well done Clive.
Thanks Steve that means a lot