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Kathryn Daszkiewicz
THE RIGHT WORDS
THE RIGHT WORDS
THE RIGHT WORDS
After months in the far norththey return, like snow buntings,
in a blizzard of wings. I did not
think they could thrive in icy climes
but here they are, searching the wrackline
for drifted seed. When they turned pale,
fell between a rock
and a barren place, they lay
deep in a corrie in a nest lined
with sheep’s wool, fur
from a mountain hare.
And down from a ptarmigan
conferring resilience
its chameleon gift.
© 2008, Kathryn Daszkiewicz
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
Kathryn Daszkiewicz
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1961)
Kathryn Daszkiewicz was born and brought up in Gosforth, near Newcastle, in the north east of England and studied English at Leeds University. A former student of the creative writing MPhil at Glamorgan, she now lives in Grantham, Lincolnshire, where she works as a teacher.
Kathryn did not start writing until her early thirties and since then has been widely published in magazines including The ...
Kathryn did not start writing until her early thirties and since then has been widely published in magazines including The ...
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THE RIGHT WORDS
After months in the far norththey return, like snow buntings,
in a blizzard of wings. I did not
think they could thrive in icy climes
but here they are, searching the wrackline
for drifted seed. When they turned pale,
fell between a rock
and a barren place, they lay
deep in a corrie in a nest lined
with sheep’s wool, fur
from a mountain hare.
And down from a ptarmigan
conferring resilience
its chameleon gift.
THE RIGHT WORDS
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