Swashbuckling mounts the odyssey when blood-ties are cast off to wing out dancing amongst the stars the dipper star-dusting the brow and Orion's club drubbing fell scorpion constellations How halcyon, the nerve that pushes a salty sailor to lick the nail of Poseidon's thumb pumping blood to chase intruding omens from the vision of sought Atlantean horizons By a celestial fiat the drive of the roving is electric dining at the table of Sinbad to map out hazardous Olympus heights and trap-door skeleton crevasses cyclops to swallow armies But as the raptor motors up with wings above the storms that bully the ground jet-trailing smiles between cumulus scowls siestas in the native turbulent skies but sunk back down to land with fading peregrine eye for only when soaring and unblocked may the warrior shine 3.0 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Peregrine Eyes
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May
d.a.simpsonwriter
May 5, 2022 at 2:47 pm
‘…with fading peregrine eye…” bliss!!!
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