Wolf | Alessandra Lynch (+ request)
May. 27th, 2012 11:39 amHi guys, I'm on a bit on an Animorphs kick at the moment and I'm looking for poems about hawks, especially red-tails. Thank you! In return, an unrelated poem:
Wolf - Alessandra Lynch
My owl was
a deadened petal. My moon
a leadweight hat.
Sinewy and sidelong, I
slowly circled, tail
bruised yellow,
a mouthful of splinters,
and skittery gunshy eyes
that met the skulking bullet
one spring and couldn't
fix again, didn't want to feed—
my brittle haunch arched thin, made
space for rattlesnake to rise.
My shifty flank-bones,
driftwood in tired water.
Under the familiar
plummeting clouds,
in the vast, vulture-slow
terrain
(all west, all sinking)
I stopped claiming
the light
and hunkered off with rag-tag wing,
blood matting my chin, the dead croon
deep in my throat, the body
beside the point.
--
Wolf - Alessandra Lynch
My owl was
a deadened petal. My moon
a leadweight hat.
Sinewy and sidelong, I
slowly circled, tail
bruised yellow,
a mouthful of splinters,
and skittery gunshy eyes
that met the skulking bullet
one spring and couldn't
fix again, didn't want to feed—
my brittle haunch arched thin, made
space for rattlesnake to rise.
My shifty flank-bones,
driftwood in tired water.
Under the familiar
plummeting clouds,
in the vast, vulture-slow
terrain
(all west, all sinking)
I stopped claiming
the light
and hunkered off with rag-tag wing,
blood matting my chin, the dead croon
deep in my throat, the body
beside the point.
--
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