Black and white …

With wingtips upturned a buzzard takes flight

into cloud-clearing skies;

a tawny shadow is spreading below ..

over rose-hips and briar,

over tussock and stone,

over blackthorn and spoor;

soft as a field mouse with velvety skin

death is approaching in feathered disguise ..

With a flash of white, a seagull soars

into the sun ; a cloak of crows

scours the moor …

a shaft of sunlight shines into my eyes

a black and white imprint is seared on my mind;

of death in life in stark monochrome … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to Black and white …

  1. JM says:

    Life in the world necessarily comes and goes, doesn’t it, Marya? Birth, assimilation, death, resurrection, transfiguration – repeated everywhere. Perhaps Life really is all the one rather than the many.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Hello Jamie …

    Yes … and on those occasions when the combination of circumstance ( as in this instance) ‘flash upon the inward eye’ .. there is a transfixing moment of recognition of the immortality of mortality, so to speak ….

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