Virtue her’s is beauty

She hesitates then pounces

And in a flounce of majesty

A reverie of gracefulness

Swoops to savage the delicacies of a dew-sodden dawn

Reap the rewards of a cold rancid morn.


Narcotic silence

Renders love unto my soul

Removes the talons from my heart

Her beauty numbs the pain of death.


Alison Jean Hankinson

d’Verse open link

This is for the open link night at d’verse.

The image is  Common Kestrel in flight from wikimedia.

Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

5 thoughts on “Kestrel”

  1. The two verses are seemingly so very different but somehow there is a connection there. “Narcotic silence”…that says a lot and really grabbed my attention. Thank you for participating!
    Gayle ~

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  2. Somehow I doubt the beauty of the kestril numbs the pain of its prey, but it’s a nice thought! I love the term “narcotic silence”.


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