Tyto Alba

Silent the sunset drifter falls,

Waltzing in winds enchantment,

Over the fields of natures brawl,

For the hunt on nights embankment.

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Hushwing clad white in moonlight,

Sports a tail coat of gold,

Beauty in buff and brown give it might,

With a heart mask mystery holds.

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Whistles not its song does scream,

Roosting in a holy residence,

Feasting on shrew from cattle grazed scene,

In belfry it sleeps with all a star filled essence.

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

Now this is the magics of immagination! I've read it first time and thought .... what a warm enchanting feeling I have, there were opening window and window and all swirled, from line to line.....then I've read again and now I was listening to my voice, how my tongue moves down your precious perfections. It is more, much more than any movie could give me. The perfect message, and word and sound and shape of a poem create a magnificence of feeling no movie can give; one feels like being a part of your poetry, sitting midst of it, in a forrest and even those birds who weren't mentioned I heard. "Roosting in a holy residence,

Feasting on shrew from cattle grazed scene,

In belfry it sleeps with all a star filled essence." --------this is liked so much and it was a refreshment, that you changed the pace of rhyme, not 1- 2 1- 2 but then you did 11 22. I loved it. what a way to write about an owl, her reialm is beuatiful, I wanna live there, right away. somehow, don't say it's funny, I recalled the old russian fairytales what I have been reading, I' ve read them in Slovak and later in Russian, but you can't imagine how beautifully they can paint stories for kids... perhaps for your poem is strictly classical? It was an amazing experience. you really are getting perfect, my dear. the future looks bright for you *smile* be well. (I see all this improvement now.. I mean it.)

[R J Askew]

Sorry to be tardy! I have wondered what the title meant...realised as soon as I saw the picture! I enjoyed this, especially 'Waltzing in winds enchantment' which captures the motion of the bird delightfully as it trims to the wind. 'Hushwing clad white in moonlight' is a beautifully poetic bit of phrasing...I love 'hushwing', which is totally accurate and the white of the bird and the moon go perfectly. It is as if the bird is a little piece of the moon somehow. Ach, yes the tail coat! Had to read that twice but get it now. But the best bit at the end is the mask and way you give it the twist of mystery. The white heart...is it benign, angelic? or ghostly? A lovely job this. And what a contrast the owl's screech is to its silent flight!

[A.r. Bazian]

i love the diction!
and the description!
i love the feeling!
i love how i'm dreaming about the sunset of time!
lives waltzing upon the winds of time i suppose... sunset is more as life itself!
beautiful... mortal... far fetched... full of unforgettable moments, good and bad...and then comes the night...
the winter and the dark of our days... lighted by the soul of Gaia... mother-earth!
the spectator of the night! it grazes into the darkness with grace and might!
and stand proud!
its more a description of a creature... which is way too good!
i found it more... no idea what!
i just thought of it differently!

anyway... amazing piece!

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Wonderful flow, form and rhyme. Capturing the subject to the "whistle". A well written poem. Thank you for sharing.