You appeared as if a small bird
soaring skyward like an anchor in reverse
but oh, that skydive as you folded in your wings and hurtled earthwards
as if the sky hung suspended and
time, telescoped with adrenaline
slowed down to that calculated
fatal moment
bullet blow to your prey
sky-arc of the angel of death
all witnessed as one
drawing in of breath:
Falcon magnificence.
© Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved
Posting for Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #46. I have fellow Earthwealer Suzanne, of Mapping Uncertainty to thank for the prompt. I was discussing with her the impact of seeing a Peregrine Falcon hunting in the wild once long ago. It certainly made an impression on me.
Ingrid, Wonderful description of the falcon hunting! “anchor in reverse,” “sky-arc of the angel of death”
I have watched the ospreys fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and carrying a fish back to their nest. Your lovely poem brings those memories vividly to life.
Have a wonderful day! <3
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We had a pair of Ospreys who would spend each summer in the English Lake District: I went to watch them
A few times and they too were magnificent!
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Beautiful
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Thank you Haroon
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You are welcome my friend
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Watching birds of prey in action is captivating. Your poem captures and describes the energy seen in that natural scene. 🦅
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What a powerful thing to witness. Your poem captures the wonder of the event to perfection.
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Thank you Sherry: it was memorable.
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Amazing animals peregrines. Fastest thing on earth when they dive!
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Yup, speed of a bullet!
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such a great poem Ingrid and fascinating to witness. Such a great description, depicting the moment perfectly! ❤️👏👏👏👏👏 C
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Thank you Cindy, I’m pleased you enjoyed it 😊❤️
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You’re welcome … yes… memories shared! 💕
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You have captured the magnificence of this bird as it swoops on its prey beautifully. I could really picture it.
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A perfectly captured moment. (K)
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Yes, so well-drawn and orchestrated (second line was a little difficult to absorb, you might rephrase so the reader doesn’t get hung up there), the rise and dire falling of this bird of prey. The last three lines pull it into sharpest focus and leaves it there, like a caught breath of wonder. – Brendan
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Thank you Brendan!
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WOW! That is an absolute beauty…You have captured the falcon’s flight so beautifully.
Loved it. :-)
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Thank you 🙏
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WOW! What a mesmerising poem. You have captured the flight of the falcon so beautifully.
Loved it. :-)
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Thank you so much 😊
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