A Squawk in the Dark

[Hawkman]

Hawkman hones his talons on the Astroturf of life
in Summer moult he grows new quills, the better he might write.
He’s tethered to his bow-perch though he longs to take to flight,
soaring over heathered hills, horizons far and bright.

He’d hunt down rabbit bureaucrats who undermine the land
above them in the treetops he’d wait and take a stand
and when they are unwary and display their furry hands
he’ll stoop upon their rotten backs and crush their evil plans.

But he’s tethered to his bow-perch and cannot go outside,
his feathers are not grown yet, which constrains his rage and pride.
So he calls out in the evening, ‘Come and join me at my side,
and we’ll plan a better future with the rules that we decide.’

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hawkman hones his talons on the Astroturf of life
in Summer moult he grows new quills, the better he might write.
He’s tethered to his bow-perch though he longs to take to flight,
soaring over heathered hills, horizons far and bright.

He’d hunt down rabbit bureaucrats who undermine the land
above them in the treetops he’d wait and take a stand
and when they are unwary and display their furry hands
he’ll stoop upon their rotten backs and crush their evil plans.

But he’s tethered to his bow-perch and cannot go outside,
his feathers are not grown yet, which constrains his rage and pride.
So he calls out in the evening, ‘Come and join me at my side,
and we’ll plan a better future with the rules that we decide.’

Comrade! Once again this is inspiriting in content and beautiful in exposition.

[hillwalker]

Another wonderful poem - your alter ego as it were expressing his frustration - and it's good to see that you have finally had a chance to preen your ruffled feathers.

I can't wait to see you in full flight again.

H

[Hawkman]

Thank you my freinds, equanimity and biting satire back on-line and fighting fit.

Peace and love to all. (well maybe not the bozos)

Live long and prosper. H

[Bar22do]

After the stormy introduction two days ago, here is part 1: principal themes/plans so well presented as is well tempered the N's mood. Now we (I) wait for part 2: development, elaboration, with all its nuances and contrasts, then will expect part 3: recapitulation, right before your crowds, properly inflamed, move into a coda-action with you at their head brandishing the manifesto of the new free law and world (take me with you! :smile5:)! What a revolutionary sonata you're building!
A great read, idealist Hawk. Succeed in all!!! - Bar

[Hawkman]

Oh Bar, You place such a heavy burden of responsibility upon my unworthy shoulders! That I must lead the fulminating hoards of the outraged in an all out assault on the reactionary forces of political correctness, and inspire my legions with rhetoric - Still, I would be proud to have you at my side as we charge down the barricades! I guess I'd better get writing again... ;)

Live and be well - H

[lallison]

hahaha, you and Bar's conversation brings to mind the book "Confederacy of Dunces." If you've never read it, its a real gem! The author posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for it, which is a fascinating story in its own right.

But to your poem.

Hawkman hones his talons on the Astroturf of life
in Summer moult he grows new quills, the better he might write.
He’s tethered to his bow-perch though he longs to take to flight,
soaring over heathered hills, horizons far and bright.
absolutely beautiful stanza! I loved your use of language, rhythm and rhyme in this. The remainder falls back into your previous popular theme, which was fun to read too, although I felt a bit like it was a digression after such an exquisite first stanza. So, anyhow, good luck with the revolution! Personally, I just gave up and left the country, and being back in the US for the summer, I've got a queezy feeling things are still heading down hill.

[Bar22do]

Yes I did want to add, Hawk, in case you gave up the revolution, go to Madeira, where everything is so wrapped in nature's wonders one doesn't even feel the burden of occasional clashes with bureaucracy... I can guide you through the floating orchards... he.

[Hawkman]

hahaha, you and Bar's conversation brings to mind the book "Confederacy of Dunces."

Superficially at least, this would not seem to be a particularly flattering allusioin, and while I might be prepared to overlook the implication to myself, surely, as a gentleman, should I not be reaching for sword and pistol in poor Bar's defence! :D



If you've never read it, its a real gem! The author posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for it, which is a fascinating story in its own right.


I have heard of it, but not read it and I will add it to my "to do" list.



But to your poem.

absolutely beautiful stanza! I loved your use of language, rhythm and rhyme in this. The remainder falls back into your previous popular theme, which was fun to read too, although I felt a bit like it was a digression after such an exquisite first stanza. So, anyhow, good luck with the revolution! Personally, I just gave up and left the country, and being back in the US for the summer, I've got a queezy feeling things are still heading down hill.

Thanks, lall, glad you enjoyed it. Are you sure you wouldn't like to help hill out with the Guillotine, or perhaps stand for election yourself?

Best, H


Yes I did want to add, Hawk, in case you gave up the revolution, go to Madeira, where everything is so wrapped in nature's wonders one doesn't even feel the burden of occasional clashes with bureaucracy... I can guide you through the floating orchards... he.

Hmmm. Tempting! You make it sound like Babylon... but the suppressed titter at the end promises something surprising, espadas perhaps? If only it was a serious offer... :D

Live and be well, H