Curlew Sixth Sense Bantry

By JOHN KINSELLA

To take a liberty with lexicon
is remiss in the circumstances
            of the curlew
with diminished habitat.
It reprises every day,
            and the mudflats
            sheeted by the in-
sweep of tide leads it to the mowed
grass in front of the Bantry
            lifeboat, across
            the harbor’s mouth
from the pier, that “extra” beak-length
(of curlew and figuratively of pier)
            a segment of curve
            into earth as much
as water, casting around with a pair
of oyster catchers, three ravens
            and a hooded crow,
            telepathically swapping
views around issues of solitariness,
solitude and broader community,
            differences in flights,
            states of nature.

 

 

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John Kinsella’s new selected poems, The Darkest Pastoral, has just been published, and a collection of new poems, Aporia, will appear mid-2025. His awards include the Australian Prime Minister’s Literary Award for Poetry, the Victorian Premier’s Award for Poetry, and the John Bray Poetry Award.

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Curlew Sixth Sense Bantry

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