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.