Ion Corcos
Stands on a ridge
in a sodden rice field,
its long, downcurved bill
probes into mud
sifts out
worms,
frogs,
insects
staunch body
soft like a cloud
black legs anchored
in the bog.
At dusk it flies
to roost
flaps its wings
white against the blue-black sky.
It's as if I can see the flight if the ibis... wonderful imagery! My favourite paragraph is staunch body... in the bog.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jhilmil! I have seen the black-headed ibis many times, but this one time I really watched it! :)
DeleteA simple, but beautiful poem, Ion.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa!
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