Knowingly

By catherine poarch

Thu, 01 Mar 2012
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The owl, with moth-dust wings,
Flew on the snowy air,
Past silky trees
And over sleeping fields
Where Saxon gold lay buried
Like a prayer.
His wings as wide as time,
He stilled the night;
A wasteland, dark
Forgotten and laid bare.
Then, silently
And knowingly,
He landed
Over there.

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on
This seems to capture the stillness, solitariness of the night, and the owl's flight very well. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Really enjoyed this, Catherine; especially liked "his wings as wide as time, he stilled the night". With the line 'he stilled the night' the poem seemed to momentarilly slow down, it might be the word 'stilled' but I thought it was very effective. As Rhiannon says, the language really conveys a feeling of stillness and solitariness and quietness. Thanks.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by catherine poarch on
thanks to both of you. it was something i saw on tv. armchair poetry. i'm doing this quickly in my dinner hour, not having the internet i never have enough time to read others' to much. but enjoy them when i can. this is a lovely website. Catherine