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In spring morning haze, out of a red brick council house window a bothered standing hawk borrows wide eyed Wonder from a radged lad who reaches upwards with pudgy hands to grasp her silver underside and blue head. Wonder bawls as it arcs in her claws over grassed over pit heaps of Finished Work and Help's call centre natter to a high perch in **** racked ruins of an Old Hall. Wonder refuses warm carcasses of mice and voles, desperate feathered mam returns with scavenged chips, naan bread and pizza. In noon summer shimmer she pushes Wonder to fly, but it falls out the cup, grasps stone wall in its drop. Soon, a cuckoo, Wonder heaves the other nippers, fat Loneliness and scrawny Grief, or is it scrawny Loneliness and fat Grief, out their home, into an autumn mid afternoon of burnished fallen leaves, or, bored at mam's twitter Wonder cannot garner, breaks its fellow fledglings bones, ragged Hunger and blistered Wishes, or is it ragged Wishes and blistered Hunger. Soon too big for home, Wonder falls to earth, and snaps its spine. Kestrel mam covers Wonder's face with her wing in winter night gust, then abandons it to foxfood and worms.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Borrowed Wonder
In spring morning haze, out of a red brick council house window a bothered standing hawk borrows wide eyed Wonder from a radged lad who reaches upwards with pudgy hands to grasp her silver underside and blue head. Wonder bawls as it arcs in her claws over grassed over pit heaps of Finished Work and Help's call centre natter to a high perch in **** racked ruins of an Old Hall. Wonder refuses warm carcasses of mice and voles, desperate feathered mam returns with scavenged chips, naan bread and pizza. In noon summer shimmer she pushes Wonder to fly, but it falls out the cup, grasps stone wall in its drop. Soon, a cuckoo, Wonder heaves the other nippers, fat Loneliness and scrawny Grief, or is it scrawny Loneliness and fat Grief, out their home, into an autumn mid afternoon of burnished fallen leaves, or, bored at mam's twitter Wonder cannot garner, breaks its fellow fledglings bones, ragged Hunger and blistered Wishes, or is it ragged Wishes and blistered Hunger. Soon too big for home, Wonder falls to earth, and snaps its spine. Kestrel mam covers Wonder's face with her wing in winter night gust, then abandons it to foxfood and worms.
I live in Barnsley and was shocked at the death of Barry Hines who wrote what Ian McMillan calls the "Defining Myth" of the area, in the book "Kestrel for a Knave". This post is a kind of tribute.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
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