Sunday, July 13, 2014

Rough Legged Hawk


The Hawk

Your wings are like souls
as you float
within the landscape of sky
tipping over the axis of land.
Elemental in your wandering
my heart wishes to follow
the distortion of all things
scaling down.
Dropping cares moment by moment
on my rooted feet I watch.
Gravity
You sweep down then up
tip over the trees

and disappear from view.

By the Corby Hawk 

Monday, February 25, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

wind

i am not allowed to long for you

the wind has been endless
raging over and to you
your sentences left falling off
married to married to
your un-seperate self
it is easier to want to hate
not longing howling
shaking trees moving everything
who was i?
blind by tossed ash
the dust of what i had
neglected
pale like breath in comparison
to the gale
when i lost him
i left
your hands held no knowledge
to the songs of his blasts
that shook me
and carried me
until at last
i broke

corby

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Bird Left Behind
BY SOPHIE CABOT BLACK

 As for her, the circumstances must be ordinary
And so the return.
Door unlocked. The path mowed
Right to the oiled gate; the pasture

Cleared of stone and alder. All untouched
Enough to enter. The man or woman
Off down the valley or working above

Treeline. No other sound but a few strays
Hurrying through the dusk as if the end
Will begin, certain and with nothing

 More to say. She does not know she does not know.
Having come back to find her kind
And none being left she took herself up
 Into a tree unclear what to do next save only
Sing the song she wanted sung back to her.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

So I will write this to the Corbyhawk although I was once the Corbyhawk in my vision I was blind I thought for a moment but it was gone and now I am shaking myself thinking what a silly fool am I?

Friday, October 12, 2012

My enraged talent Bites off its tail Circling around and around Itself it is ultimately doomed To fail... I miss my muse Maybe next sat??

Tuesday, October 02, 2012


I build this shack
and call it love
hang out cheap plastic baubles
to tempt the eye
Falling through floorboards
It cannot hold you up.
I hold this lie called hope
that someone will come in
and re-model.

By the Corbyhawk