In honour of my national day, here are seven birds in formation. The formation happens to be that of the Heptarchy - the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms of England. With the exception of the bittern in East Anglia, I don't think the birds shown are strongly connected with the region where I put them.
This is something that I've meant to do for a while: get to grips with gouache; fill a page with colour; be a bit more graphic. The draft came out a bit more 1980s and less mid-century.
PART TWO: Today is Shakespeare's Birthday!
This morning I was talking with friends about sonnets. I'm not sure that I even studied them at school, let alone learned any, and I never remember the rules. I looked it up and had a bash, to explain the form by using it. I'm quite pleased with how my silly sonnet about sonnets came out.
Suppose you wish to set your thoughts in words
But find yourself in need of more than prose.
Love and the dance of poetry go like curds
And whey, deep down each lover surely knows.
But how to find expression that will speak
Your thoughts aloud but also show your skill?
Perhaps you find a soppy rhyme too weak
And haiku's strictures just too quick to fill.
You may in free verse jazzy patterns wind;
Post-modern collage from the phonebook paste;
Stream consciousness unburdening your mind;
But all this may be too loose for your taste.
In sonnets' tidy dance it suits to gird;
Just long and short enough your love to word.
Write me a sonnet! Correct me about regional birds! Happy St. George's Day!
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