Tuesday, March 31, 2015

aerial ballet

Along the dusty, dizzy roadway
three things confound my vision today:
the shifting rhythms of hill and sea,
the crouching silence of leafless trees,
and twin whirling vortices on high --
a pair of eagles, wing chasing wing.

A pair of poplars, waiting for their singing leaves.

And two birches, also waiting.


Wrexie Bardaglio said...

Oh so good.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for reading, Wrexie. This ditty came about nearly by accident. I was searching for a poem to fit my mood. I found Tennyson:

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

But this just didn't fit at all! Because I had had the fortune to espy a pair of eagles circling, and the magnetic force of their attraction to one another was palpable. So -- I was forced to write my own --

bluestorm said...

Spring magic in motion !!

Iulia Flame said...


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