Slipway

Slipway

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Observations)

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here
where little egrets wade by day
where plovers peck at weed
and gulls parade on cobbled stones
wetted by tide’s glisten

swans gracefully glide
as black water rises
to a gentle lap lap lap

town clock strikes twelve
midnight sleeps
echoes carried on time passing
amber street lamps flicker

old man pauses
hands clutching stale bread
pieces torn and thrown
bit by bit
reach salt water surface

watch the commotion
hear the noise of gull chicks
screeching greedy
ear shattering cacophony
a free for all din
in a mass of wing flap
hovering

see white feathers ruffled
angry
to converge within seconds
for late night bother
all manners lost in the
feasting

survival mentality
how very human

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Hello again Chris. Your poem is gentle and so very lovely, a very nice bedtime story for me. It brought back memories, left me trying to count all the places in the world I had fed torn bread to ducks and geese. With so much violence raging in the world, it’s nice to reflect and wonder just how many people, wherever they may call home, share memories of birds upon the water, stale bread torn and thrown, all that noise and wings a flapping. Such a universal activity of peace and love.

Posted 4 Days Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Days Ago

Hello MSB, so pleased you enjoyed this poem of a favourite place that my family visit a couple of ti.. read more
Slipway paints a vivid scene of nature intertwined with human behavior. The imagery is rich, and the connection to survival instincts feels profound yet relatable. A beautifully reflective piece, Chris!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Martiya for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.

Chris
Beautiful painting of the scene.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Thomas. Much appreciated.

Chris
I applaud the Contrast, Chris ... Lovely, peaceful, tranquil > Raw Survival.
Nature's human-ity, a slippery Slipway.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much Dylan. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
I love the scene with the birds and their feasting painted in this poem and how survival isn’t just animals but humans as well.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much PB. Happy new year to you. Pleased you enjoyed this poem.

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MCS
I always enjoy my visits here. This is beautiful in word and imagery. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much MCS. You are appreciated. All good wishes for the new year.

Chris
MCS

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you my friend to you as well.
Luscious. I am jealous how well you worked with syntax to enjamb these lines. Of particular note this one:
a free for all din
in a mass of wing flap
hovering

Winston

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Many thanks Winston for stopping by. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. Happy and healthy new year to yo.. read more
Very interesting, l kinda saw your writing as if you were looking at a painting and interpreting what you observed. It must have been a colorful night.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Trace. I was looking down on the harbour from a balcony of the cottage we were staying in... read more
I love to feed the birds. We get lots of wild in our garden
The cockatoos can be the greediest and take more than their fair share taking three or more bits in claws at once ! beautiful though

Loved your poem

Happy safe healthy new year to you Chris x

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear Julie. I was feeding the birds in my garden today. A few bits of bread and within a c.. read more
Anthropomorphic avians! All in the one place. That could get quite loud really quickly! A pleasure as always. Happy New Year Chris!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Freds, it did get loud. Very loud😂. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your .. read more
Red Brick Keshner

3 Weeks Ago

Cheers Chris! 👍🏻

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Added on November 18, 2024
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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