Mark of the Wild

In the fierce falcon's expectant nest,
A fledgling had recently taken birth,
But the lofty flight at mother's behest,
Was thwarted by a rigid patch of dirt.

Lasting dirt that had stayed on the bark,
Remained to pass ancestral armoury,
Prior to her naked aerial start,
Wielding just parental weaponry.

To fly unbound and quench her ravenous thirst,
Yet tethered to the roots that nourished her night and day,
Old dirt's mark of the wild for braving the worst,
Etched on new wings, she took off for peregrine way.

Reviews

[carl]

Instantly makes me think of Where the Wild Things Are by Sendak - One of the elements in your piece that really spoke most clearly to me was the parental reference and the tethering to the roots that nourish - these to me are voices that speak for the ability to brave the worst. enjoyed your work glad I came by - carl

[Archishman Rick]

I see, wonderful perspective with which I am in full agreement. My sincere thanks to you Carl, for reading and reviewing my write so authentically. Best wishes and blessings.

[carl]

just a quick note so I can remember to come back and read your work - very engaging - -carl

[Archishman Rick]

Noted with many thanks, sir.
...Rik

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The wild is nothing more than the free. But as D.H. Lawrence once wrote, "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” If free men could only understand the reason. Freedom develops self-sustaining integrity that asks nothing of anyone other than the right to exist.

[Archishman Rick]

Yes indeed, I concur with your statements, very true and thoughtful. The wild is the free.

[Archishman Rick]

And my sincere thanks for your review, Fabian.

[John the Baptist]

Well, I guess there were no ravens' rooms where she could correct the damage. She'll just have to live with the fact that a dirty mark is better than no mark at all.

[Archishman Rick]

Thank you very much. Indeed, the mark imparts to her the wild's ways and wisdom.

[Betty Hermelee]

I happen to enjoy the flight of birds of prey and so eloquently show us how these birds, although wild and in flight are still rooted to the nest, and i guess they come home to roost... your words are beautiful and i love the images; a striking piece of nature!
Warmly, B

[Archishman Rick]

I must thank you sincerely for your wonderful review, B. They are born to be free, but they are still well rooted and aren't free from risks. Really appreciate your visit here.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome,
Warmly, B🌷

[Neville]

I can't explain why my face rearranged itself into a broad smile, but it did just as I read your concluding line .. but on reflection, maybe it was because I have a thing about birds and in particular birds of prey .. or maybe because I could picture every single moment and movement described .. or because I also have a thing about words in general and in particular half decent poetry .. On further reflection, I reckon it was a little bit of all of them .. Very muchly enjoyed .. Neville

[Archishman Rick]

And perhaps much like yours, my face just did the same, my friend. Birds are indeed marvellous creatures of nature. I am honoured by the review of your many perspectives, Neville. Cheers

[Vol]

AR
In the wild, dirt marks us all on the outside... and is in not strange we call it "the wild?" There is so much more chaos and danger than, where? The jungle? The savannah? The ocean? Wild is where the people gather, and we are CRAZY!
Vol

[Archishman Rick]

Great perspective! Makes sense when you say Wild is where people gather, because we are indeed crazy, and surprisingly high danger and chaos lurk there indeed!
Thanks for the comment, Vol
AR