My shadow is a cormorant,
waterlogged and scarecrow cross,
black flags from scent of fish.
The bird’s a presence
ominous and waiting,
waving from the corner of your eye.
The cormorant flies
on wings, heavy as my heartbeat
and broods behind my smile.
It cackles when I whisper and
ties my tongue with brine.
My cormorant is shadow
The cormorant is me.
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November 21, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Filled with great lines! Love ‘Ties my tongue with brine.”
I like the idea that the cormorant is a kind of “shadow” of who we are. That seems to make sense to me.
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I hope you are not a cormorant fisherman in this poem! I love these birds, there is a colony nearby on the Firth and they are free to catch their own fish ;o)
You at so at one with the cormorant that I wonder…..😉
I believe every word!
Nice balance between bird & poet’s point of view; shadow birds are easy to care for as well, and can be spirit guides.
Ties my tongue with brine – yummy words!
I believe you might be a cormorant too…
Anna :o]
Beautiful choice for your shadow, Bjorn. I’ve never seen one in the wild–would love to see them in action.
I can feel that ominous shadows of the cormorant Bjorn ~ I have not seen one yet in the wild ~ An interesting choice for the bird spirit in you ~
We have them here in abundance, and very much what you describe! I think you picked a great shadow, Björn.
The cormorant flies
on wings, heavy as my heartbeat
and broods behind my smile… love that!! Very vividly described dark shadow!
This is so beautifully descriptive. Having watched cormorants preen and clean for long periods and thinking about how industrious they are to tidy up whether they have caught anything or not!
I’ve always thought of cormorant as mysterious, complex, beautiful birds… So, I definitely see you wearing those wings, casting that shadow, and being it.
Some hidden traits we all have and the secrets we all have.
I admire your work – this piece yet another good reason why – lovely poetry
Beautifully expressed. How magnificently you started with “My shadow is a cormorant” and ended with “My cormorant is shadow, the cormorant is me!”
Love your choice of the cormorant! Such a magnificent and commanding alter ego!
This is gorgeous! Love the idea of a cormorant that is as “heavy as my heartbeat and broods behind my smile.” 🙂 Beautifully penned.
Your cormorant is quite unnerving. This is great, Bjorn. You capture the bird so well, and a way of relating/translating to it.
Our shadows have many manifestations…(K)
“on wings, heavy as my heartbeat” shows how vascularly you are connected to your shadow. You choose to give your shadow life.
Ok – this is a wow!
namaste
JzB
I think we all shadow travel. I am feeling those Cormorant wings myself.
A parallelism that evolves to a unity. Well done!
ah well then, you will do well in Japan partnering fishermen.
much love…
kaykuala
My cormorant is shadow
The cormorant is me.
Invariably one sees its goodness centered close to and around one’s own idiosyncrasies
Hank
ties my tongue with brine – that is my fav line… and that cormorant is majestic
Great choice of bird – another of my favourites, Bjorn! I am especially taken by the cormorant shadow, as well as the phrases
‘waterlogged and scarecrow cross’;
‘…wings, heavy as my heartbeat’
and
‘ties my tongue with brine’.