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Eyas

 

Amongst the bitten twigs and fur caught,
low shrubs where each of us
is half in the tree and half in the rock,
a skull the thumb size of climbing sleeps.

If you do not come back
I will untie the ribbons
from my hair and open the hollow
parts of my head to the wind.

You said I would do that
enough myself  -  my teeth cut,
my goose feather torn  -
no excuse for you 

baying in the wilderness
with your dead birds;
the cracks of your hands
in soil.

◄ Pink Tree

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Wed 3rd Sep 2014 15:00

Hello Cynthia!

I like the elegant rant idea...t'is so .. taken from Wuthering Heights when Heathcliff traps the bird nest.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 30th Aug 2014 13:07

I have to admit defeat.It seems an elegant rant against a loved one, introverted, lovely in sound and image, but just too personal.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 25th Aug 2014 17:06

I have looked up 'eyas' and found different ideas, but the one of taking young birds of prey from the nest, to train them up for falconry, seems most likely. I will get back to this. It is fascinating. Once again, time has run out on me.

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