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hares
by Peter Humphreyshigh above
the basin
wide
hawks
soar
hawks
dip
hawks
dive
they
hover
where
we stand
for
days
long gone
where
children
played
by Burren's
brook
under
its one
arch
bridge
you lay
me on
a heather
bed
a
hawk
drops
to
kill
you scream
blood
drips
into
the
stream
no
more
06/23/2006 Posted on 06/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/24/06 at 08:37 AM Vivid and beautiful. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/24/06 at 08:51 AM ouch, this gives me such a hauntingly feeling! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/30/06 at 05:06 AM A stark contrast of love on a heather bed against a hawk striking from above, doing what hawks do. An abrupt interruption of a beautiful moment; makes me wide awake and wondering what comes next. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/07/06 at 03:17 AM Raw, intelligent and powerful...all with such economy of words! Teriffic...again. |
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