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?
posted by apprentice at
4:54 pm
7 Comments:
Ooh yes, definitely has the makings of something very wonderful - I like it, very much.
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.
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.
Amen.
We miss so much, sometimes.
Beautiful. Kestrels have always seemed to me so fragile, so precarious, this really touches that feeling. I liked the 'bye, by...' line too.
Oh, I would like to see more of this ... ! :-)
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.
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