Tuesday, 23 March 2010

From the poem 'Laertidean' by Peter Reading:

Then we waded at low tide to Hilbre Island;/and we marvelled at scores of thousands of waders - /Sanderling, Knot, Oystercatcher, Redshank, Curlew and Dunlin;/and the giant gull of the north, the hyperborean Glaucous,/glided snow-mantled above the remains of the old lifeboat station;/and there suddenly stooped from a cloud the colour of Blanenau Ffestiniog slate/a Peregrine into a blizzard of wheeling
Calidris Alba/and the falcon hit and we heard the thud and a handful of silven feathers/whorled in the wind and the great dark raptor rose with the dead meat locked in its talons;/and I said to my friend: 'We will mind this as long as we live.' (He is dead now.)

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