In The Stillness
Only cloud reflections ripple to the music of the water -
until...
a sudden starling flock
a sudden starling flock
erupts
to mimic their movements -
flickering
shifting
splitting
covering the twilight canopy in monochrome lace...
short, lissome lines of birds
swirling
twisting
curling
then billowing into shapes like balloons inflating;
they fill our bemused vision.
N.B. The poetry groups I joined have been making me think about the placing of words on the page. Hoping to make it easier for any readers, when speaking the lines aloud, to say the words as intended, I've played around with spacings, etc, but kept to my original idea of yesterday, but sadly, Blogger has its own idea of where some lines will be placed, and veto'd my spacings- but I'm trying again to insert them...