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Writer's pictureEmma Major

Penguins, Parrots and Puffins

Paintings and poems inspired by these wonderful birds.



In frigid realms where ocean whispers sigh,

A penguin stands beneath the velvet night,

With stars like scattered salt upon the sky,

While rippling hues of green and gold ignite.


The southern lights unfurl their swirling dance,

As if the heavens breathe in colours rare;

Each arc, a painter’s dream spun without chance,

A fleeting canvas stretching through the air.


"Where do you start?" he wonders at their glow,

And “When will you dissolve into the dark?”

Such questions weave between the ebb and flow,

As silence wraps him close, a sacred spark.


In dreams he chases rainbows on the tide,

Yet here he stands, each wonder magnified.




Paintbrush beak dipped in the sea’s laughter,

Under waves of joy, he dances and glimmers.

Feet flicker like sparks; a splash of delight,

Feathered heart, soft as cotton candy clouds.

In every dive, a story unfolds:

Nature's palette swirls around him.




In emerald canopies where shadows play,

Parrots burst forth with laughter in the air,

Their vibrant plumes sing stories on display,

A kaleidoscope of joy beyond compare.


Through sunlit whispers and the rustling leaves,

They dance through branches, painting arcs of flight;

With every call, a tale that nature weaves,

Freedom echoes softly in golden light.


From treetop heights to valleys lush and wide,

Their voices mingle with the forest’s breath;

In each bright squawk a wild heart can not hide,

For here they thrive, a spirit free from death.


So let them soar where sky meets verdant hue,

In twilight's hush they sing their hymn anew.






Bemused penguin

Emerges from frozen cave

Blinking in sunlight


...


Penguins

On hearing the whisper

Shiver

Quiver

Then slither lithely

Wild and free

Towards the sea


This is the night

Full of delight

Taking their long awaited freedom flight

Into their future

Bright

Right?


Over the cliffs they fall

Unseen. Unheard

Not soaring as the other birds

Fear spreads

Through each approaching head

The long held promise

Is false


They misunderstood

They had understood

They would feel good

This opium of the masses

Is not majestic

It's unrealistic

An end games tactic


Or is it?


Together they face their only flight

A mournful sight

Joy overcome by grief

Rising

Bubbling

From underneath

Their hope never to be seen


Until


They enter the next place

Floating on angel wings

And yet

Their jet black hair is wet

They fly on water wings

In every breath

Enjoyment spreads


They see the truth

Through a glass, darkly

Praising loudly

Rising

Trusting their wings

Are not broken things

But gateways to their dreams


...


Happy feet dancing

Invoking ice cold breezes

Penguin partying


...


Clowns of the sea

Riding the Atlantic waves

Faithful swimmers


...


Colourful whispers

Through green canopies they soar

Parrots free and wild

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