Without Wings

Birds falling

from the sky

one by one

dropping cockatoos

in 40 degree heat

paralysed lorikeets

left helpless

from some toxin

unknown

flying foxes too

shearwaters dying on beaches

a seabird ‘wreck’

has been getting worse

over the years

and a crow, with a broken wing

wanders down my street

like an omen hanging

the empty sound

of a windchime tingle

on an empty,

strange

quiet

day




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15 thoughts on “Without Wings

  1. I feel your poem deeply; it echoes with sorrow for our beautiful world and the lovely, innocent species for whom climate change creates a deadly and confusing environment. The analogy of the crow with the broken wing and the emptiness of the windchime will stick with me.

    • There has been so many things happening all at once this year. I think the paralysis issue started a few years ago but it is happening more and further afield. The scientists are trying to figure out what’s causing it. They think it is the large amounts of rainfall that has released a toxin in a plant. I have sent some photos of lorikeets eating to their research project. Not much but along with others it may be of some use.

  2. From the image you chose through the last line of your beautifully composed poem, I feel sadness … for all ‘creatures great and small.’ Toxic is a curse word.

  3. Di, I love how your portrayal of environmental distress and its impact on diverse bird species is captured in your poem. The use of specific details and the somber atmosphere contribute to a powerful and thought-provoking piece. Just beautiful.


    David

    • It’s terribly sad. Sydney University is doing research and there is a citizen’s project where you can send photos of lorikeets to the project so they can see what they’re feeding on. All birds are delightful but the lorikeets especially so…such happy birds.

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