when I turned back
the pool
was (almost) still
like someone gone from the room just as you enter — everything familiar
but for
the liminal
thief
vivid
feather
splashing
vermillion
in the chill
dapple.
Image: A male Australian King Parrot at Commonwealth Park, Canberra, Australia, Duncan McCaskill (Picasa Web Albums) via Wikimedia Commons.
Peter Frankis writes 
What a bird, photo and a subtle poem to celebrate it!
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Thanks Cathy.
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I really like these lines: “the pool
was (almost) still
like someone gone from the room just as you enter — everything familiar”
That is an amazing bird.
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Glad you liked it – Thanks
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“liminal” (definition: occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.) Brilliant! You slip this in as slick as a cut pocket outs your wallet. Nicely done. Nicely done!
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Clever use of that long, unbroken line.
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Thanks, I was trying to capture a moment when the bird has flown but the surface of the water is still disturbed with the imprint of the bird.
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You succeeded.
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I like the sense of seeing/feeling something that is bright and powerful and not there. It reminds me of the continuous background sound that stops and then you hear it. I suspect part of it is humans being as inquisitive as cats, always searching for the invisible. Beautiful piece, Peter.
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