Another poem for my self declared Penguin Week πŸ™‚

I’ve got the snow going as well (ps. I know some people find the snow a bit naff, but I have never ever seen snow – except on the distant mountains in Bosnia – so my fake snow is all I’ve got).

Flight of the Penguin

On land the penguin reminds
us of the portly Hercule Poirot,
quick little bird steps and jerky
body roll, in black and white.

Ungainly chubby shuffle,
wings flare with a scare,
squawking and screeching
squabbling and beseeching,

like a malodorous kindergarten,
(that’s being polite)
of flamboyant youngsters,
who haven’t washed for a while.

But the sea is where they shine,
better out than in – not for a penguin.
Who said they cannot fly?
In the chilled deep they soar.

They belly glide on an ice slide,
launching into an azure slushy
that would restart an arrested heart,
graceful arc and near silent entry

into the dark blue big easy
(marine milieu connoisseur).
Consummate deep diving pro
with the ultimate gear to go:

flipper wings and slickest body,
heavy diver’s weight belt bones,
waterproof suit and insulating blubber,
paddle-like feet to propel.

Born to be seaborne flying
and dining on the tastiest krill,
fresh fish, and succulent squid,
and all of these perfectly chilled.


Note: Image by Glenn Grant (acobox free images)

30 thoughts on “Flight of the Penguin

  1. Wow, Gabe, I love your snow!

    And I love this series. Flying through the deep is just what they do. Love these descriptions throughout. They are perfectly made down to the finest detail! Beautifully written, Gabrielle!

  2. I hate to point out that penguins walk like Tony Abbott! There the similarity ends except that both are equally unprepared for climate change. Actually, I am wrong. Abbbott walks like a penguin. I would hate anyone to think a penguin would be such a dick head as to emulate Abbott!
    BTW.really like this poem. It is a masterpiece, GB.

  3. The contrast of their movement on land and sea – marvelously done (Poirot is perfect, hehe) I love “dark blue big easy” – they sure seem to have great fun “seaborne flying”. This series in an inspired and utter delight πŸ˜€

    1. thanks bluebee (I always wanted to put the big easy in something – haha – and why not a penguin poem) – I don’t know where all this penguin stuff is coming from (maybe there is a penguin super power manipulating my brain – just like the dolphins do πŸ˜‰ )

  4. Fantastic, Gabrielle: the penguin is a king amongst flightless birds, and you have summed it up so beautifully. Phil met penguins on the Falklands when he was over there: he has been enchanted ever since.

  5. Wonderful post, Gabrielle! My parents visited my brother in New Zealand years back and where he was living there was one of these little fellows that had take a liking to living under the porch! Who would have thought!

  6. dear gabrielle,

    how lovely is this poem! it’s quite refreshing to read a poem sans the drama and verbosity. and your love for words and the art of writing a true poetry is better manifested via this poem. congratulations, worthy to be published in poetry magazines of the world. really cool!! πŸ™‚ godspeed!

    1. Thank you hames πŸ™‚ good to see you! It was nice to write a poem in this manner – with the focus on the sounds and visuals, rather than a message – playing with words as the penguin plays in the sea (after eating of course).

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