Comments on: Barn Owl Feather http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/owl-feather/ Lightning in the Blood Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:14:29 +0100 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: LunaJune http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/owl-feather/comment-page-1/#comment-68 LunaJune Tue, 05 Jan 2010 06:16:25 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=15#comment-68 The owl is hunting me, Who stole its feather And smelled its forbidden scent. I pray that it finds me And hunts my unknown body From the madness of this world Without woods. these words..painted such pictures in me.. The owl is hunting me,
Who stole its feather
And smelled its forbidden scent.
I pray that it finds me
And hunts my unknown body
From the madness of this world
Without woods.

these words..painted such pictures in me..

]]> By: Griffin http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/owl-feather/comment-page-1/#comment-4 Griffin Fri, 19 Sep 2008 10:13:59 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=15#comment-4 I have always found it best never to steal feathers. But to take them when they are left for you to find. This is a fabulous poem Tom, rich with images and indeed smells. That bit about using the wings of the wren is interesting too, slightly disturbing with a suggestion that you had taken the wings from the bird... perhaps owl-like. The conjured up images of blood and helplessness are wild and natural and uncivilised. I have always found it best never to steal feathers. But to take them when they are left for you to find.

This is a fabulous poem Tom, rich with images and indeed smells. That bit about using the wings of the wren is interesting too, slightly disturbing with a suggestion that you had taken the wings from the bird… perhaps owl-like. The conjured up images of blood and helplessness are wild and natural and uncivilised.

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