Poetry: The Majestic

on razor wings you dive through air as cold as lonely nights in fall
buffeted by echoes from the bleak ravines that heard your call
and through the twilight dimness, a golden glitter catches eyes
that like the ghost of God’s demands can never be defied

through withered squalls still spitting rain like old men telling raunchy tales
you cut through sky with talons sharp enough to pierce like broken nails
the bodies of the prostrate shrews, who merely feign their quaking kneels
and like sweet nothings whispered low, vanish at first light’s appeal

but you are raptor by the bone, and talon kings do not surrender
for epochs of the brutal age still live in dreams that you remember
so blow for blow, and blood for blood, you chase your quarry long and far
pursuing through the air like thunder on the cusp of man’s last war

and as all things born in mortal mud that fail to rise and breach the dome
of cosmic secrets and regrets where only feathered monarchs roam
your prey cannot outrun a fate derived from prehistoric times
and so, majestic as the sun, you claim your gene-begotten prize

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Bjorn Rudberg
Bjorn Rudberg

What a vivid hail to the power of the raptor…. there is something very impressive with those birds.

Frank Hubeny

Very nice sound and description of the raptor pursuing the prize relentlessly.

Linda Kruschke

This is fantastic! Majestic, just like the raptor is hails.

Glenn Buttkus

You hooked me at /but you are raptor by the bone,. and talons kings do not surrender/. Ilike thinking ,of man as being /born of mortal mud/.

Beverly Crawford

A chicken hawk haunts the area of our bird feeders. Woe be to snackers unaware! Your words are beautifully descriptive, and have such a nice rhythm . They cry to be read aloud!

A Reading Writer

Such a powerful ode to the powerful bird!

Kim M. Russell

I love the lilt of this poem, like the rise and fall of a raptor’s flight. I also like the close observations of these majestic but dangerous birds – and the danger comes through in the use of words and phrases such as razor wings, ‘talons sharp enough to pierce like broken nails’ and ‘epochs of the brutal age still live in dreams that you remember’.


You capture both the beauty and strength of this amazing creature. I especially love the rhythm of your poem that begs to be read aloud more than once.