Grace inspire us with the poetry of Thom Gunn at toads today, and I chose to get inspired by Tamer And Hawk. I have used some phrases here and there, but I guess it turned into some kind of tilted sonnet. I’m also linking up to Poetry pantry
With submissive talons, shaded eyes
through leather gloves I feel his veins
upon his wrist I dream of skies,
my heart beats strong from sparrow’s pain.
On thermal columns, once my wings
untouched, before possessive thoughts.
The tamer’s voice: he called, he sang
I brought my blood, the prey I caught
I wheeled and hovered, as my feather turned
caught between what’s tame and wild
I lost for sweetness of a leather burn
of thongs and hood, a raptor failed.
O, mocking clouds, I’m no longer free
caress of captors gloves is what I feel.
September 12, 2015