Mark of the Wild

Mark of the Wild

A Poem by Archishman Rick

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.

© 2024 Archishman Rick


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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

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Archishman Rick

1 Week Ago

I see, wonderful perspective with which I am in full agreement. My sincere thanks to you Carl, for r.. read more
just a quick note so I can remember to come back and read your work - very engaging - -carl

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Archishman Rick

1 Week Ago

Noted with many thanks, sir.
...Rik
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.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Archishman Rick

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago

And my sincere thanks for your review, Fabian.
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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.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Archishman Rick

2 Months Ago

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

Posted 2 Months Ago


Archishman Rick

2 Months Ago

I must thank you sincerely for your wonderful review, B. They are born to be free, but they are sti.. read more
Betty Hermelee

2 Months Ago

You’re very welcome,
Warmly, B🌷


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


Posted 2 Months Ago


Archishman Rick

2 Months Ago

And perhaps much like yours, my face just did the same, my friend. Birds are indeed marvellous creat.. read more
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


Posted 2 Months Ago


Archishman Rick

2 Months Ago

Great perspective! Makes sense when you say Wild is where people gather, because we are indeed crazy.. read more

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Added on July 26, 2024
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Archishman Rick
Archishman Rick

West Bengal, India



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A fellow in my mid twenty's, I have a knack to challenge myself mentally and physically. Whether it strengthens or softens my general naivety, I do not know. I hope to find, and trust the worth in t.. more..

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