EYE WITNESS (written in the early 70's)

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A small poem on nature and its food-chains, and on power and frailty. My mother said, "Nature red in tooth and claw". I preferred Wordsworth's "a sense sublime", even Hopkins' "morning's minion" but "a perfect falcon"? How did I write that? "His shadow" not "its"?! The 1970's were bad years!

A solitary kestrel

hanging like a perfect falcon

in the upper air

his shadow slipping 

over wind turned rock and bracken

 

and a field mouse

swaying like a tawny flower

on a meadow stem

picked in sheer simplicity from earth

and lost by subtle seconds.

 

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