Man writes in his pompousness
of my magnificence, I
inspire in him dread and awe
Often, I would see him
face upturned in the valley below
straining his head-stalk, watching my swoop and plough
Catching a thermal, hitching a free ride, up, up
to the dizzying wide
empty blue (or often, grey)
with a clear eye to search out prey
The truth of my magnificence is this:
a large body, blessed with graceful flight
burns far more fuel than it finds to eat
So often that the body thins, the feathers fall
when my eyrie-twin is gone
one day and never to return
I looked for her, through years of circling flight
she never did return
and Man, who stole our habitat
has mountains left to learn.
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Written for earthweal
For this week’s challenge, Brendan asks us to ‘write an animal poem, ensouled with the animal body in your animal mind. You can embrace the extra-human wherever it is found, in beast, fish, tree, land- or seascape or star canopy.’
I always feel a bit of a fraud with this kind of exercise, because I honestly have no idea what goes through the mind of an eagle, and this type of personification feels a bit presumptuous. However, I tried to do it with good reason, to tell the sad tale of the Riggindale Eagle, and the sadder tale of Man’s stewardship of planet earth.
👏👏 Ingrid 👏👏
🦅 David 🦅!
Human’s are selfish and greedy animals
Who maim their own kind
And destroy their own sacred ground …
Heaps and heaps of learning to do. A mountain worth of learning. Splendid 👏 👏
Long back a pack of vultures used to pass daily over my house at v. low altitude but by & by they all vanished.
Sometimes i wonder why do they keep going higher & higher even in scorching sun light of summers, perhaps they enjoy the flight, may be not only for food only…
An interesting observation: I like to think they do enjoy it!
A beautiful poem – may the eagles the world find the thermals and soar, soar, soar – high and higher still …
Poignant and thought-provoking…
Thank you 🙏
You are welcome.
A wonder filled perspective, Ingrid.
There are mountains left to learn.
Always and everywhere x
Poignant and beautiful, Ingrid. So much still to learn. 🙏🏼
Thanks Punam: indeed there is! 🙏
You are welcome.
There’s indeed a lot yet to be learnt. Such a wonderful and likable poem.
Thank you Lamittan 🙏
Welcome, Ingrid 🙏
We mostly never attempt to see things from any other point of view. But you have managed to inhabit another’s space. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe, I am pleased this rang true for you.
I often wonder what animals think. This is a lovely attempt–and eagles are so magnificent. I just looked up the Riggindale eagle. The bald eagles around here seem to be doing well, after they were heading toward extinction decades ago.
I think there are more golden eagles in the Scottish Highlands, so maybe one day they will be reintroduced here…
Maybe so. 💙
I love seeing the eagle through your eyes and think you captured it very well. I love it.
Thank you Sherry! I am glad you enjoyed the poem 😊
So sad. Eagles are magnificent birds – there’s really no other word!
I did see a sparrowhawk today!
Loving the wonderful way this puts me in the eagle’s perspective with haunting language and a sad kind of poetic beauty that echoes!
Thank you Jaya – I love your reading of this!
I greatly enjoyed this poem, especially, “ and Man, who stole our habitat
has mountains left to learn.” Awesome ending to a wonderful poem, Ingrid.
Thank you, Jeff: so much to learn, I only hope we haven’t left it too late!
You’re welcome, Ingrid. Indeed, and I hope it’s not too late either!
I distance from those who say linking human and animal is anthropomorphism, we are animals and animals are us — the error is making animals too human, which after our experience, who’d want that? So the reaching is important, stretching awareness to embrace the kinship. That’s what is here, the flight and hunger, the supreme raptor’s high disdain of terran smoothness and apt explanation. Great contribution to the challenge, Ingrid.
Thank you, Brendan, and point taken: we are all part of the same wild!
wisdom speaks through the eagles knowingness and your poetry so well delivered Ingrid! 💖
Thank you Cindy 🦅 ❤️
yep… hope you’re flying higher this week! 💖
I’m getting there…😅💪❤️🙏
I think you’ve done an excellent job presenting this, expressing what it might be like for a winged creature in a world with no longer the room to fly…””straining his head-stalk” I loved that totally apt phrase, Ingrid, and I often feel like that’s all we do, strain without finding a solution. I also felt your echoes of the sadness within that I am sure even animals and birds feel when that intrinsic part of them, their mate, is lost. The news at your link is also so heart-breaking, not that one old bird should return to the earth, but that there are no more of his kind to lift our hearts with their soar.
Thank you so much for your insightful comment 🙏
I have often been amazed at the raptures in the sky. They are beautiful with precision vision. I think man does indeed have mountains to learn and man will never fly like an eagle as it takes a great spirit to soar such heights. It a higher level of consciousness that we can only dream of…sigh
Indeed! But at least some of us try to dream…
“straining his head-stalk” Haha! The plight of the eagle who must hunt for food and for his nest twin . . .YES. And I understand your note. I didn’t think about anthropomorphism when writing my poem because I thought we were writing as if the animal were a POEM! So I read yours about the words and hunger of the poem as eagle–its splendor and grief–and even its disgust at being mis-seen and mis-interpreted. (If people don’t read my title, they may think my poem is about sex! Horrors!)
I must head over to read yours 😊 glad you enjoyed this, Susan, thank you 🙏
Mountains left to learn, and no time to learn a fraction of it.
We’ve had plenty of time, of only we’d used it wisely…
That would have meant foregoing profits.
Always the issue!