Bird’s View by Jenny Robb

 

We watch grounded, heavy humans
fly in metal coffins. You’ll never know
the rush of air separating

and thinning over curved upper-wings,
and skimming under flat-planed under-wings,
pushing our bodies high.

We are music, song, infinite colour.
We are feathers, predators, prey.
We are air creatures. 

Our telescopic eyes ignore
your feather-less lives,
but some of us devour decaying flesh.

Our Peregrine Falcons
dive like stealth-jets,
beaks severing necks in mid-air:

but you could eliminate us all.

About the Author

Jenny lives in Liverpool.  Since retiring from work in mental health services, her poems have been published in online and print magazines, and in anthologies. She has poems forthcoming in Prole, Orbis and The Dawntreader. Her debut pamphlet will be published by Yaffle Press in 2021.