Poetry: Kingfisher
“My observations from a bridge overlooking the river Derwent on 18th February 2019.”
Kingfisher
by Jo Kirk
I am summer sky
in a ripple of water
a fish, quick and shining
a streak
a deep hue
of blue
I am the glow of sky
at sunset
a chink of warm light
through trees
a sliver of colour
over the river.
Hue: from Old English hiw beauty
28 February 2019 (about 5pm)
What dolt
made the wood smoke
that drifts
down the river
which most
think is mist
past where the
heron fishes
black-legged, delicate?
What fool
would make a shroud
for the cloud grey heron
who stands like a whisper
by the river?
The young bird’s fish beak speaks
geolu, yellow
this way and that
and rising on wide wings,
flies.
Jo Kirk