'ghost flock' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

While women scanned the horizon, fishers
and hunters tended their nets, someone
etched the Lapwing crown-plumes in clay.

Abandoning hunger and
its frozen ground, they soar
South with the Grigale wind

Middle Sea harbingers of the
Lampuki-fish moon, its halo
a herald of autumn rains.

Outlines, incisions quicken those
plovers’ flight through terracotta sky.
A ghost flock, timeless on stone.

Annamaria Weldon