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The Crow, Kestrel and Kite

Stretching up in a darkness from an elbow reaching to a hand

where fingers curl and poke a silent language

solid shapes wait in a timeless dance.


Screeching out in merciless glide from tall shadows

the crow, hooded and hiding, pierces the heavy air,

lunging at the rapid beating of a kestrel on the wing.


Squealing, reeling, turning and dipping

Kestrel shrieks, retreats in defeat, brow beaten

by the swank and swagger of the self-congratulating carrion.


Circling with and on up-draughts that waft and whirl

the unseen Kite contemplates crow below

before drifting casually into another’s cares.


Stretching up in a darkness from an elbow reaching to a hand

where fingers curl and poke a silent language

solid shapes wait in a timeless dance.


Photo of the hooded crow taken by Heather Rowe.

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Jackie Kirman
Jackie Kirman
Dec 10, 2021

Rhythmic, powerful and thought provoking - but it’s the internal rhymes that allows the reader to feel the movement of this

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