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Poem of the Week  goldenbabe - the_coffee_shop   Jun. 8th, 2009 | 05:49 pm     First off I would like to extend an ivitation to _lithium_, pixl_8, pomme_dsang to join the community. I know that you are watching it and hope that you find it interesting enough to join To other the community is up to 13 members and participation is decent. Thank you all for posting and commenting. I am glad this community is alive Now on to the poem of the week. Northern Fulmar (Fulmarus glacialis) In the wind the fulmars come and go, heeling where the northerly blows down sharp. The fulmars hurtle crosswind, to and fro by hundreds until the woven heavens have been warped close to this planet, nimbus gathered low, pursed heavy in that seine knotted by the birds and reefed, mesh sewn on mesh, each flight a twine threaded through bar and row, seized into gores where the fulmars feather deft. In the wind the fulmars never slow. They crisscross waves, skimming low in the trough, close to the face of each sea. The blows struck by gusts loft wings over rollers driven rough and the fulmars cast across grounds trod by seal and crab, seined by flounder and whale. In the wind the fulmars wheel to blood unpacked like skeins of roe. Flurries of snow filter light falling dusky as fulmars flurry and reel on the breeze, a cloud alive of hooked beak, stiff wing, and woe to the dying afloat aloud on the loud sea then tumbled under all that flows. ~Peter Munro~      Link   Pour a cup   <<< top >>>