Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Kestrel


I wrote this in my bed last night. It's a draft, but I think it has the makings of something.



Hard Shoulder

The kestrel hovers, separated
from this world by the merest sliver
of Zen garden gravel, as vehicles
on an I-max stretch of motorway
blunder and thunder by, bye, by, bye…

How can it been so clearly seen,
what law of physics can freeze-frame,
time-lapse flight, as I scream by
in harried, padded haste?

7 Comments:

Blogger Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Ooh yes, definitely has the makings of something very wonderful - I like it, very much.

6:47 am  
Blogger PI said...

clever girl- creative even when you're not well. BTW Anna forgive my geography -lack of- but if you are anywhere near Kirkaldy you may be interested in Kim's wife's exhibition.
http://kimayres.blogspot.com/
You can see it on his blog.

10:50 am  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Superb. I like the "blunder and thunder by, bye, by, bye..." line a whole lot.

You really have a wonderful talent, Anna. Your poetry's a wonderland and you're so limber with words. You illuminate moments as well with your poems as you capture them with your camera.

7:01 pm  
Blogger Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Amen.

We miss so much, sometimes.

9:31 pm  
Blogger Lucy said...

Beautiful. Kestrels have always seemed to me so fragile, so precarious, this really touches that feeling. I liked the 'bye, by...' line too.

2:17 pm  
Blogger Shameless said...

Oh, I would like to see more of this ... ! :-)

11:56 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

I took it to my group today and they suggested a few tweaks and I've also made a few wee changes of my own. But I still like the idea.

4:55 pm  

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