Oh,my dear Red wattled lapwing bird, Are you a naughty, nature noisy bird, When I tried to catch a butterfly, You made a did-you-do-it lullaby, No one escape from your vigilant eye , Your act is an alarm for creatures, not a lie.
Categories:
lapwing, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
With clouds dispersing above Loch Ba,
to where would we go? And just how far?
We followed the track for more than two hours
listening to birds enjoying the flowers:
meadow pippit, willow warbler
curlew, lapwing and skylarks,
bog asphodel and milkwort,
ragged robin and lousewort,
plenty of pignut and wild thyme.
The remembrance has more value
than contriving a rhyme!
Around us the trees alder and oak
contorted old rowan and birch
all covered in lichen and mosses.
After lunch we returned along the shore
with grebes, geese a raptor and so much more.
Isle of Mull, 14th June 2024
Categories:
lapwing, bird, flower, nature, tree,
Form: Verse
It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song.
The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss.
The bird’s sorrow scalds the night.
It was brooding in the serene scrape nest.
The black blotchy eggs camouflaged with the pebbles and sand,
yet they weren’t safe from the predator.
The motherese and the fluttering dream in the shell ended in an omelet.
The hunter never enjoys the art on its plume
and the charms of its black-tipped red bill and long slender yellow legs.
He mistakes everything in nature is for his pleasure.
The avian anguish doesn’t roust him.
His heart is so, the real and origami birds are alike.
Its doleful cry continues,
darkening the moonlight.
Who cares for it in the world of hunters?
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
lapwing, bird,
Form: Free verse
Here, the infant Day
In a misty hush
Lies, as swaddled.
Moses, among the reeds!
And the Nile's weeds.
No wind dares blow up.
Stirs, lapwing, leaf.
As duck, paddled.
Daughter of Eygpt's throne
Come claim your own!
Categories:
lapwing, day,
Form: Rhyme
Winter is over the darkness the grey
I await anticipating the first Spring day
In-between for me ‘tis the season of joy
Snow drops and daffodils thrill the hoi polloi
Hearing sweet birds as they sing in the Spring
Blackbirds and thrushes maybe a lapwing
Early each morn and the end of each day
Joyous for to hear their tuneful bouquet
In-between seasons I'm so happy within
Just like the birds I’m inspired to sing
Winter is ending ~ Spring will soon begin
Written 24th June 2022
Contest THE TIME BETWEEN THE SEASONS
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
10th Place
Contest BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CONTEST
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th PLACE
Categories:
lapwing, bird, daffodils, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
From a very little age, I have loved birdatching. before we go on a trip, we used refer some books and write down a list of birds to check on. we actually gave up this habit after several of our successfully planned trips had to be canceled due to disastrous weather. now I'm 15 and my friends think I'm nuts, but I still love birdwatching. we note down the birds in every trip and make a big list of the birds we've seen.
I have seen...
. IPH
. CS Eagle
. Sp. dove
. Col. dove
. RW lapwing
. Rv bulbul
. BHIbis
. OM robin
... I don't remember all, but the list goes to some number near 200...
*it's tiring to write the full names of birds when you just see them, especially when there's several birds in one place, so we devised for ourself a special abbreviated coding system, which may or may not give out some hilarious meanings.... anyway, here are the real names of the birds.
IPH - Indian pond heron
CS Eagle - Crested Serpent Eagle
Sp. dove - Spotted dove
Col. dove - Collard dove
RW lapwing - Red wattled lapwing
Rv bulbul - Red vented bulbul
BHIbis - Black headed Ibis
OM Robin - Oriental Magpie Robin
Categories:
lapwing, bird, nature,
Form: List
We dance under the walnut in smock
We curse the Lapwing in gold and white
The veil is placed upon its eyes
Our lake is hidden from his sight
Upon eight legs I draw the circle near
I wept with the twin death in Cremona
They were not veiled from his gaze
My blood was taken from me then
From Veglio I felt the rope
My death shall right this day
Upon a sword of fennel
Dark tombs safe in silence
Beautiful Pilgrim high on her steed
In weathered skin I walk my mountains
With fear and illness it is I they seek
Where is the child of my heart?
Maiden arms the sun turns brown
Mother's wisdom upon my birth
Born under caul and smile
This earth holds my blood and joy
From afar a young Oak taught me
faeryluna.com
Categories:
lapwing, bereavement, desire, devotion, eulogy,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Categories:
lapwing, animal, bird, fish, insect,
Form: List
Lybird are raises voice in happiness
Clouds are weathering the leaf in garden
Birds and Flowers delighting full
The species of birds gets shelter on tree
Pins tree grownup to shake hands with sky
It paints and wonders of marvelous thing
Hot and wet shares the time
Exotic flora is the bright and red
Showy flowers beautify the place
Torrens and frome spreads smells too
Mansion builds in between heap of tree
Sun is tries to penetrate the lights
Blue Mountain pass the Eco of my song
Lapwing more rivulets are near
Ayers rocks more on the mount
Storms and rain reads on the face
Always wonder so it repeats
Monolith reminds the name ancient
Categories:
lapwing, nature,
Form: Imagism
I sit beside this vast expanse of water, my vision completely encompassed with glittering blue,
I blink and look up to the sunshine, before I lose myself, before I become magnetised by flickers of sunlight upon a moving mass of beauty.
I cannot comprehend why anyone would take away this marvel, a glory in it’s own right, but also a home to many, those around, and those who remain out of sight for fear of repercussions,
A nest with eggs of lapwing can be stolen for a price, or for a meal for a hungry fox or badger.
Others come for the fishing, the elegant heron, like a dinosaur in flight, but oh so graceful, The ducks they love Rhaslas for they can dive the bottom for fish, for it is a rare pond, of shallow depth, no more than six in foot.
The algae and the pond weed is food fit for the gods, and sustains many types of wildlife, and the view of the pond and it’s inhabitants sustains the soul.
I beg of you sit there for an hour, on a sunny or cloudy day, sit on the bank and listen, and look out at the sights,
If I am not mistaken you will feel rejuvenated and new, and above all you will know that I have told the truth to you.
Categories:
lapwing, animals, nature, political,
Form: Verse
His wisdom found behind illusion’s dreams,
With magic and music combined in song,
He leads Man from the grasp of greedy streams
The druid god among the divine throng.
Whilst in the trees we hear his battle screams
He drew his blade so the lapwing could fly
Through azure skies above the wondrous Earth
So Man could hear the joy as the deer sigh.
Now as I wander through the forest lands
I seek the unknown things that he gave worth
I look again when roaming the dune sands
The breath of life that is a son of Don
I seek with my lips, my eyes and my hands
To see the beauty that Gwyddion won.
Categories:
lapwing, faith, mystery,
Form: Sonnet
Before the lapwing learned to fly
Before the flower came to die
Or make a presence of death
Out of the fragrance of our breath
Before the drum
And before the thunder rolled
A voice
Behind the curtain of the dark
Like a quickening, sudden spark
A voice
Across the waters scrolled
And now behold
Words with wings of tongue beating
In little cages, singing heartbroken songs
The Word
Becoming man
Dreaming of eternity out of eternity
That seems never coming back again
And I
Breaking global boundaries with my feathers
I crying to leave my chains
Like sepulchre clothing in a cave
I hating the partition of rooms, the segment of brains
Hating the new world order and oppression
Know my cage is not vitual
O let no genie turn my love into a ritual
I hear their wings beating in head
My heart is a sudden sleepless bed
I write the sound of images
My heart returning where I fled
Time and space chaining me to the dead
Things giving birth in my head.
Categories:
lapwing, allegory, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Categories:
lapwing, animals,
Form: Rhyme