Wednesday, 31 March 2010

A Pheasant's Success

On the last day of March
a fat pheasant
strolls majestically
past the daffs
and half eaten tulips
matching the last
soft rays of the sun
tail for tale.

Belly warm
from freshly mown grass
he claims his part
of the garden.

I stake mine
by mellow English lilac
while the light fades
and my fingers
curl inwards
with cold.


Ring neck Pheasant with Daffodils, oil on panel, George Woodford

16 comments:

swiss said...

mellow emglish lilac. where is that summer? i can practically smell it!

Agnes said...

So beautiful :-)

Lila said...

Wow, I can really feel that...getting a bit chilly after a warm day- amazing:)

nadir said...

hey shai... bug hugs! met riz last night after god knows how long... was good.. thought of you... much love!

Kitty Moore said...

This is probably a very obvious thing to say - but have you considered submitting a volume of your poetry for publication? x

Sam Liu said...

Wonderful, summery...I can feel the cool breeze.

A Thousand Clapping Hands said...

Shaista, it is 'I' who have missed YOU! I like to come here and linger over your beautiful words. If I were the painter of that fat pheasant I would be thrilled and honored by your poem.

Enjoy a lovely weekend, my friend -
Catherine

Peter Goulding said...

Love the colloquialism of 'the daffs" and tail for tale.
Nicely woven

Rachel Fox said...

A real snapshot...a cold snapshot even.
x

Titus said...

Yes, beautifully captured moment and I particularly liked
"while the light fades
and my fingers
curl inwards
with cold"
as a beautiful evocation of the end of a sunny March day. I could feel it too.

the watercats said...

I could almost eat this poem it is so succulent... just gorgeous!

Ji said...

this is lovely!

Ji said...

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Jeanne Iris said...

Such beauty in each colorful creation! Thank you for sharing this beauty with us. I feel blessed when I visit your site!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Beautifully evoked, with the caveat of cold curled fingers at the end.

Enjoyed this, thanks!

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

such a lovely tale of that fat pheasant. great writing once again!

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