Owl sinks soft
A silk handkerchief
Bringing blackness to vole and leveret
Soft as fog
Sharp as razors owl sinks down
Like a blanket over a birdcage
Then
Swish, away, a lens shape,
Slips into the barn
Quiet as snow.
Sizes up his children ……….
Beautiful. I love Owls - their stealth, mystique and beauty and the coolness of their hunting. You have painted it for me perfectly. x
Very nice poem. I can actually feel the owl flying through the air.
Your illustration is also nice. Is this your own artwork?
Thanks for a beautiful poem and artwork.
Shirley
oooh, how lovely you all are! I'm away to St Ives for a week - no 'puter access so - byebye. xxxxxxx
Very tactile Ann. I can feel the air on my face. I agree with Harry about the soft words.
It's a lovely poem, Ann.You a fan of Ted Hughes? I wonder if removing the two "Likes" might make it even better.
Anne,
excelent use of soft words to sheath the razors...Also the use of children at the end. The whole thing has a downey feeling about it...good stuff!
Enjoyed this very much, Ann, love your descriptions. xx
Philipos
Fri 16th Sep 2011 10:28
I likewise enjoyed this Ann - skilful use of comparisons and language.
Like this very much, Ann. Getting limbered up for your trip to Lumb Bank? ...
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Harry O'Neill
Wed 21st Sep 2011 00:15
Anne
had to come back to this.
Better than `good` - `great`
I can almost see those iris` widening in that barn.