Birds on the Broad
A Poem by Jo Kjaer
They flap and wheel,
stack red legs in,
spill over reed tufted nests,
their three letter quarrels deafening;
lifting off like helmeted
kamikazes from abroad,
dive bombing local swimmers
gliding by on the calm mirror,
a-swanning and a-grebing,
their unruffled upending
undeterred by gull words
that have no meaning.
Jo won the first Cafe Writers Norfolk Poetry Commission in 2007. Her first collection, 'As The Crow Flies', was published earlier this year.
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