Posted: November 6, 2014 in nature poems, urban poems

Northern grit glints from his eyes;
they are those of the hawk he gazes at.
All that bolshie bluff evaporates
in a moment.
He confronts a single-minded raptor which
at this point
is dull-eyed.
Switched off.
But the boy with wonder-
consumed vision is lost.
His brash world of
and rough brotherly cuffs,
pissing off teachers,
flicker into a backdrop.
He has engaged the front line of nature.
Tamed and yet untamed.

This is the result of a poetry forum prompt about films, and a still from probably my favourite film


  1. magpieboy says:

    Great poem Paul. very evocative. I’m going to have to watch the film again now…

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