In Google Meadow

I glimpse a corncrake on screen, hover
my cursor over the office worker plumage,
brown with subtle beige hints;

its slender neck splashed with toffee hued
flint, a one clawed stance in the copse like
the office bloke waiting for the bus he’s just

missed. Whoever compared a corncrake
to a grating fishwife bartering for spoils
on the pier never once crouched among

squelchy reeds and densely tufted deergrass
waiting for the double rasp, the krek krek call.
I click on a short recording and I’m back

squatting among reed and rush, my pockets
grainy with crushed petals of broom and whin,
a thresher mowing doom in the field across the way.

Lorraine Carey’s poems are widely published and anthologised. Her work appears in Magma, One, The High Window, Prole, Orbis, Poetry Ireland Review, The Waxed Lemon, The Cormorant and Ink Sweat & Tears among others. An Agility Award recipient, she’s working on a second collection. Originally from Greencastle, Donegal, she now lives in Kerry.

Image: Corncrake in a Meadow  Simon Booth Photography


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