Like ducks to water

I hear giddy voices.
Five would-be swimmers
Slap-slapping down the long, stone steps
And just where the orchard turns, their footfall
Deadened. Through summer-long grass,
they zig-zag, snatching at seedheads — then plop
Into the slow, shallow stream.
Beaks green with weed.
Five silent swimmers.

Inspired by De's quadrille prompt in 44 words: Stream

61 Comments on “Like ducks to water

  1. Beautiful! I am pleased they took to the water so easily. Your imagery is so evocative, I felt like I was there by the stream watching them 🙂

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  2. I love that slap-slapping, especially. I can hear this whole poem. LOVE the assonance in “beaks green with weed”

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  3. This is gorgeously rendered, Laura 😀 I love the image “Beaks green with weed.” 💝💝

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  4. After writing a quadrille, and recounting the words, yes, the poems become a shape-shifter. I see the five ducklings painted on a tee shirt worn by a three year old.

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  5. I love the scene your words created. I enjoyed every sewcond of it!

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  6. So beautiful portrayed. You really took me there like I could see them walking and hear them talking.

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  7. Very effective use of imagery and the subtle sibilant alliteration. I enjoyed this little dip back into the world of poetry.

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  8. kaykuala

    Love the idea of movements here, Laura! One can picture how the ducks eventually get into the water. Wonderful write, Ma’am!

    Hank

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  9. How clever to use ducks, the sounds, their journey, the slow shallow stream … I loved your quadrille.

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