Nikon D90, Nikkor 600 mm, Gitzo Tripod, Wemberley Head, cable release, F/4, 1/1500 sec; a light texture application to the background in CS5
Shot in a small patch of forest behind a friend’s home in Forest City, NC, USA
Freedom Ringing Deeply
By Miles A Moody
A Cooper’s hawk giving the right leg and wing a simultaneous stretch
Before venturing into realms unknown.
Unknown to earthbound featherless arms.
Unknown in the wordless wreckage of the heart.
Oh, to know the levels his arms may reach;
To feel fingers grasping full the fine ethers of clouds
And gazing fearlessly to earth spiraling away below.
It’s at times like these that my legs know such limitations
As gravity affords the ponderous clamoring bulk of humanity.
The hapless abandon of running, arms outstretched
The flowering length of a meadow – now strangely forgotten
Here in the throes of a brave new freedom;
Its only fence the substance of oxygen
And a body’s need for lungs similarly unfurled.
How would it be to dance in currents beyond the blue reflection?
Sky giving way to blackness splattered in stars,
A speckled dense paint, a swath of light,
A beacon unto the explorer’s heart;
The long forgotten longing alight and blazing anew,
Screaming as the falcons call, a shout of reckoning,
Accepting the challenge even as the scar breaks open
Spilling the pain, a hurt so poignant:
Bitter-sweet, this forgotten love,
Love so perfect then lost, unbearable.
Forget and hope somehow to survive
Burdened low in chains of stone,
Fastened to earth, a throne of callus sadness –
In this the breaking of my wings.
Denying the act becomes true offense
Rendering wounds that refuse to heal.
Falling to earth in primal heartbreak,
Impaled upon the precipice of shame
Handed over to blind certainty and clinging
To the escarpment of a shattered soul.
My face bears the scars of that choice even now as
I lift my head into the coming shadows to back down no more.
Harsh breath confronts me preening my arms,
Cooling the heat in my face,
Lifting me up.
Feathers plume the burnt terrain of my heart,
Stretching as tendrils, to drink of the onrushing wind.
A new earth clutches my feet, hoisting me, sailing me forward in a wave.
Talons’ steely grip releasing in the miraculous buoyancy of surrender –
Earth and sky conjoined within me in a headlong rush to embrace the heavens.
I remember -
How this feels; I do remember.
I am this love renewing me,
©2011 Miles A Moody. All rights to written and photographic works reserved.
I owe some of my inspiration for this poem to the very talented painter Santamaria and her fascinating work Metamorphosis
Thank you from the depths of my heart Anne-marie.