Eleonora’s Falcon

A glance from an ancient wall

and a chance for a heart to stall.

The Turkish sun that pierces skin

cuts the racing shadow

on pines, on rocks, on citrus.

Dance, dark crescent,

descend and dash and dare

over the emerald sea,

cross the air

to scare

elusive prey

and instil with awe

another day.

© Andrew Williams 2002

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