Our swifts are back.
I’d like to write about it, but I’ve come to an awkward realisation.
I don’t know what to say.
I’ve written about swifts in four of my books. And I find, to my distress, that I’ve mostly said the same sort of thing, using the usual words, the standard descriptions. You could play Swift Writing Bingo with them:
‘screaming’ ✅
‘masters of the air’ ✅
‘sickle-shaped’ ✅
And there comes a time when you find you have nothing left, not really.
To save you the bother, I went through all those passages (they ran, all told, to over 3,000 words) and took out any words I thought they didn’t need. For those who want the really short version, here’s a word cloud. Cobble together your own Swift Piece™ from that lot.
And here’s the longer version. It’s a cross, I think, between the contents of a notebook, a telegram, and the outpourings of E J Thribb. You might, at a stretch, call it a ‘found poem’, which is why it’s all lower case, random line breaks and no punctuation – a doomed attempt to lend it the veneer of seriousness.
swifts are back I crane my neck
OHMYGOD SWIFTS SWIFTS SWIFTS
cause of death swifts swifts swifts
common swift apus apus no-foot no-foot
breeding season abundant widespread Europe Asia winter African equator
whizz through air pointed nub mouth snapping eat insects
hind limbs shrunk lost ability perch tiny curved toes deceptively strong cling vertical surfaces
short weak legs ill-suited launching take off
wings long broad arc tapering tip sickle shape muscular powerful flight
swoop sweep glide bank skid whoosh scream squee screech squeal wheel
fast free flourish flurry flutter
constant activity hyperactivity
thrill watching fly past formation
extravagant aerial ballet
circling overhead enlivening skies eye tracking every exuberant move
evolved for nothing but flight
speed speed manoeuvrability speed manoeuvrability astonishing speed
swifts arrive May 5th 6th 7th every year appearing blue sky portal
four eight ten screaming party banshee wails
Maverick Iceman writhing slipstreams slicing atmosphere
miniature whoosh of displaced air
sheer rollicking delight tracing path above treetops
loose group of squiggling wriggling parentheses
crest invisible rise hang motionless flip turn back round waggle wings
come again like skateboarders too cool to fall
cling wall swing away go around
avian parkour of the highest order
pull up steep go cruising gliding
circling higher flying higher soaring beyond up up up another realm
coming together close formation group
flash past peel off last second dart up eaves grapple confined space
nest
loose nest straw saliva
three weeks egg
swift chick emerges blind featherless
starts life
parents feed wads of regurgitated insects beak pouch
tiny dark space genetic imperative develop muscles grow strengthen quickly
two months baby swift ready fly wings strong
time comes
push away
throw wings
three years air
abhor ground
swifts redefine bird
otherness
glimpse of alien world
magic appeal captures imagination
mastery air audacity aerobatics defy belief
encapsulating excitement inspiring human heart
deep satisfaction
summer
then August slip away overnight
gone
sickle-shaped hole
no more screaming fly-bys high-flying wing-waggles spectacular daring dusk acrobatics
no more swifts
the sky is empty
My heart leapt when I saw swifts yesterday. They always bring a nostalgia for past summers and hope for the coming one. I enjoyed this poem so much it I finally got round to subscribing. Thank you, I love the Six Things emails, especially the bird ones.
A screech, I looked up, they're here in Perthshire!