The Meeting

The eager owl spoke of you often,

of your great beauty and ruthlessness

like a hawk.

Her infatuation clouded my truth

until we met and I discovered just another quiet presence

and a clearer mirror in the hallway.

She could not realise the power of perspective.

From an angle of the early hours

you erased a little fear after our all-night outpour,

stranger,

and the gap of time, distance, age,

closed for a moment. 

Reviews

[Bertie]

Very interesting to read; theres a lot going on here...The images of birds, the irony of the owl being what is considered to be a wise bird, with such great vision and eyesight, not being able to see something for what it really is...And then the comparative image of the hawk...And the oxymoronic-ness (definitely not a word, but I can't think of the one that I really want to...) of the all-night outpour when you would think you'd feel closer to someone but the they're still referred to as 'stranger'...I like it a lot dear, it speaks loudly, well done x

[Jasmine]

You make me seem more intelligent than I am!

[Bertie]

No I'm not, you're just a natural writer, you write things on instinct without realising how insightful they really are :)

[SkinlessFrank]

those closed gaps...like a flicker of light and dark in the forest...they become part of us