poetry and prose about place

a safe space in the bridge

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This past week I have been in Halifax for a conference.  A part of my morning commute was the slow moving traffic on the ‘old bridge’ across Halifax Harbour, the Angus L. Macdonald Bridge.   The second day, I was more familiar with the traffic and the correct lane to be in, so I had a chance to experience the architecture and some of the wild life of the bridge (by this I do not mean that the commuters are holding wild parties). 

The Angus L. Macdonald is an amazing structure, built the year I was born and opened in 1955.  It is a long-span suspension bridge, supported by cables between two vertical towers.   The bridge is 1.3 km long, with a supported length of 762.1 meters. 

The bridge is usable by pedestrians and cyclists.  Because of its reputation as a suicide bridge, it is equipped with various barriers to potential suicides, including high inward-facing bars on the pedway and nets suspended in the open area between the traffic deck and the pedway.   

In these areas, hordes of starlings (Stumus vulgaris) gather, creating a din and an occasional cloud of startled starlings.  Starlings are known for their synchronized group flights – the birds move as one in a shifting horde of birds.  To hear the birds, I had my car windows open, but I quickly rolled them up since the birds were flowing very near to my car!

Starlings are an invasive species, introduced by Eugene Schieffelin to Central Park in 1890 as part of a project of the American Acclimatization Society.  Their goal was to introduce all the birds mentioned in Shakespeare’s writings into North America.  All of the birds I saw in the bridge are descendants of the 60 to 100 birds released in 1890! 

A group of starlings is known as a ‘murmuration’.

For those of you familiar with the excellent series of made-for-TV Jesse Stone movies (starring Tom Selleck), The Angus L. Macdonald Bridge is the bridge featured in the movies (although the setting for the movie is a small town in Massachusetts).  



morning, Angus L. Macdonald Bridge


traffic huddles and a thousand Shakespearian

starlings squabble one another

yellow beaks and feathers packed

soft slate bodies rolled into the safety

of the suicide net and pedway bars

porous barriers:  a cyclist whips by

and starlings sift through wire

a mumuration between orange

cables and green girders

impossible way, red and blue

pulse of bridge security

weaves the path materialized

within three tangled

lanes of traffic


©  Jane Tims  2011


Written by jane tims

December 11, 2011 at 7:04 am

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  1. P.S.: LOVE the drawing!! Cross this lovely bridge almost every day…



    December 21, 2011 at 4:14 pm

    • Hi. The traffic moved so slowly and I could feel the bridge moving. Brought back memories since I used to travel the McKay Bridge almost every day back in the 70’s. Merry Christmas! Jane


      jane tims

      December 22, 2011 at 9:17 am

  2. Hi Jane! Next time you are in Halifax, please let me know!!! Would love to have a coffee!



    December 21, 2011 at 4:13 pm

  3. A lovely drawing – you got the clean sweep of curve very well.

    I like the imagery in your poem too.
    Interesting about the starlings. For me they conjour up Autumn afternoons of childhood in a suburban London garden as well as the strange 5 o clock congregation of enormous quantities of them at Trafalgar Square. Now I sometimes see a few synchronized flocks who are spending their winter vacations in Northern Spain as I’m walking to work!


    Sonya Chasey

    December 15, 2011 at 11:31 am

    • Thanks Sonya. I really enjoyed drawing this bridge. A few strokes gave me the essence of ‘bridge’. There has been a lot of research about how starlings synchronize their flights. Jane


      jane tims

      December 16, 2011 at 7:31 am

  4. Beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing this lovely post! 🙂


    Eve Redwater

    December 12, 2011 at 6:09 am

  5. Great drawing Jane! Lots of detail. to me your best one so far! Also like the poem … hmmm …that style of poetry … I’ve seen it somewhere before … wait a minute. Isn’t it similar to MY style? lol 🙂 Nicely done. This is the way poetry should be written. No one out in the blogging world comes close. Bravo.



    December 11, 2011 at 3:21 pm

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