Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,284 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Falcon - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Kek-kek-kek-kiak Kek-kek-kek-kiak
Sky-high on his cross of air,
His war cry, a dry clack,
Like an ack-ack gun.
Canyons of cloud above my probing stare,
The tiercel is circling the wood
Like a steel trap, poised to snap.

I am drawn by his lure,
Small tiger of the Heavens,
Hook-beaked spitfire splitting
The creamy silk of a summer's day,
Slitting the wind,
Winged scythe of a lightning fork
His taloned gauntlets
Spear through sheers of cloud,
A break-neck stoop
His guillotine swoop
Swift as a hit-man's kill
In down town world, New York.

Hedgerows are bulldozed.
Cities nest in woods.
Badger, and fox's home's a superstore.
A mortgaged temple of glass and masonry
Suburbs are serving writs through the peat bog door.

Habitats perish when mankind leads the pack
Precious, the falcon's call, Kek-kek kiak


Comments about Falcon by Sheena Blackhall

  • (2/7/2010 6:13:00 AM)


    Lovely protrayal of nature in the city. Falcons are a joy to watch, one of my favourite birds. Nature survives in spite of man. My favourite bird the kite with yellow bill, it is our first bird of spring. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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