Fledgling Attachment

Fledgling Attachment

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
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(Holiday Observations from the terraced heights. Die or fly, which was it)

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When I was gone from Brixham
thoughts of mine would take flight,
gather speed and without the slightest
effort, wing their way back to the last
days of June.

I found myself focusing on a view,
five counties to the west of home, on
a weathered, weed ridden roof stack,
high in the terraced heights, looking down on an historic town.

There a pair of sea gulls had invested
their time, building a nest in a spot
between two of five chimney pots, caked
in guano, bleached white and baked hard
by sun's burn.

From a balcony I had watched two chicks
receive nurture, pitifully one fell out of bed to tumble helplessly into guttering.
The parents, all a flutter tried their best
to coax their fledgling back to the safety of its nest, to no avail.

When we left, the chick was frail,
his plight uncertain and I wondered
whether he would fly or die.
Succumb to starvation or exhaustion.

Three months later, I have returned.
No trace of gulls, while the recent heavy rain, has washed all that remained, complete with caked guano, clean away.
I came to the conclusion that finding a solution has reached a dead end.





© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


Author's Note

Christine Anne Shaw
The layout of this poem, has not appeared as I intended. Must be a gliche as I can't correct it. Sorry.

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Nature is beautiful and brutal, and cleanses it’s own. You’ve captured that so well here, Chris. And, how many of us want to save that fledgling from the gutter? It’s what we know and do, but it’s not how other species exist in the natural world. So, we’re left with dead ends that birds never see... or so it seems here. A beautiful but tragic story in poetic form. A true pleasure.

Posted 1 Week Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you for this lovely review Robert. Truth be known, I am far too sentimental when it comes to n.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

You're welcome, Chris. Always a pleasure to read your work.



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I love the sparkling innocence of your bubbling-over recitation of what happened before. It reminds me of how we often remember such an experience that "marks" a place, more than the actual place. It's like we re-imagine how it all went down & your way of doing this feels exactly how it happens in the subconscious mind. The reader is very wrapped up in this saga by the end. It feels like we are all hanging on any clue as to the outcome! I love a poem that ends on uncertainty. (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 21 Minutes Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

8 Minutes Ago

Thanks Margie. You wouldn't believe how many times my mind kept travelling back to those chimney pot.. read more
Mentally giving Kudos on this. It was truly wonderful and I enjoyed reading it.
Nicely done.
-Shoshana
btw, i love the title. For some unknown reason, it seems ...familiar? I don't know. Thousands of applause for 'Fledgeling Attachment.'

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This offering relates one of those revelatory moments that abound in everyday life. Nature is unsentimental, and the chick's plight gained no relief. Months later, no trace of the epic struggle remained. Makes one wonder about the importance of our own temporary place in the scheme of things.

Posted 2 Days Ago


Christine Anne Shaw

1 Day Ago

Many thanks Shoshana. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris
Yup. This is us. Like when people jump in front of trains there's just blood and guts. Then dudes come out with hoses and clean it up like cleaning out a gutter. Happens all the time where I live. It's really just a train delay. Like how paul riser gets destroyed by the dumpster in one night at mcools and nobody cared. He was in other shows after that. Btw, do you know what happened to Helen Hunt?

Posted 3 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Days Ago

Interesting perspective and I thank you for sharing your thoughts. Alas, I do not know Helen Hunt, m.. read more
This is as sad as the sky here today. The clouds slit open their veins and rained in a torrent. The sky like gray ash. I am fascinated every day watching the various birds that come to feed, bathe, and play in my yard. I love everything from the pacing back and forth of the thinking crow that reminds me so much of a ponderous priest to the bright-coated cardinals that sing so pretty as they watch over their mates and the incessant knocking of the downy woodpecker in the middle of the morn. Then, there's a moment of quiet and the scatter of a few feathers in the yard … the telltale signs that Mr. Hawkins (a red-tailed hawk) ordered take out. Nature is full of beauty and tragedy but always beauty, always so much beauty. This was a very introspective poem that only a poet's eyes can see and appreciate.

Posted 3 Days Ago


Wonderful and interesting poem giving a description of the beauty and wonder of nature ( the way small birds built and protect both their best and younger ones) and the reality of the world also where Darwin's theory of selection- the fittest survives only works. I personally loved the title as fledgling is the word which was used by me in my first English poem I ever wrote.
Very nice work :)

Posted 5 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Days Ago

Many thanks Anjeline for your lovely review. All good wishes.

Chris
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Anjeline

13 Hours Ago

You're welcome :)
The analogy you make of the natural order of things and our predisposition to find conclusions and solutions to the insoluble, was both subtle and beautifully composed.

Loved the whole poem; and that last stanza set the perfect seal for me.

Beccy.

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Days Ago

Thank you Beccy. Yes sometimes we just have to accept what happens without questioning. Always good .. read more
Has been said that wars lessen the human weight on our planet and. that Nature is permanently at war with itself.. I find the two statements tragic.. but understand the second more than the first. Tis natural for the heart and mind to want to nurture, protect,love and cherish, but, we can't be everywhere for everyone, whether creature or human. Isn't that a terrible yet logical thought. Your poem has such credibility. it shows the graciousness of the you, Chris, uncynical, generous spirit.. thank goodness for the writer of such delicate thoughts.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

How right you are, Em, you can not be there for everyone or every living creature. We are very limit.. read more
emmajoy

6 Days Ago

Bring on more empathy than cynicism and arrogance sez I !

How I agree with you about.. read more
and you leave us wondering...did it die or survive...my money is on survival...

love the dead end idea...everything in life is moribund...and will get there sooner or later...we need to appreciate the beauty of animals and people for as long as we have them.
nicely done.
j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Yes, far more appreciation for what counts. Animals and people, I like that. So often they aren't ap.. read more
A nice view of nature as it is. It not always perfect but it is inspiring.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Lea. Yes without doubt nature can be as inspiring as she can be cruel. Always two sides to.. read more
Lea Sheryn

1 Week Ago

True and we should look at both sides. Life isn't always sunshine and roses.

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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