The Hawk at Rejerrah
By Angusfolklore
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In the neap tide lane near Rejerrah,
close to dark as we travel,
a March full moon rises
to conquer the landscape.
And an unbidden hawk
decides to soar through our eyelines,
a prey lord who has sat
on no wrist.
Rising with the wind moonshine,
gliding ahead in our path
between twilight and our car.
The breath of day escapes.
And neither moon nor hawk,
nor Rejerrah near sleep
in its dozen scattered roofs,
knows the secret
of this moment.
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You can share about an
You can share about an exciting, moving moment, but none can share it. Gone in an instant, but in your heart and brain, and to write about! Rhiannon
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Really evocative.
I had no idea where Rejerrah was, but I saw Morocco or Algiers in my mind's eye.
After looking it up, I see you have conjured a great sense of place - and the fault is in my Geography, not in your poem.
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Have gone back a few days to
Have gone back a few days to ensure this magical poem gets more attention. I love how you've captured a moment here. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. The image is by Wilhelm von Wright and is in the public domain. https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wilhelm_von_Wright_-_Eurasian_...
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I had to google it too - it
I had to google it too - it does sound exotic doesn't it? I'm so pleased this was given golden cherries as I had missed this before, so thank you to the cherry giver and thank you Angus, for this wonderful wild moment in time that you have captured so beautifully
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