About the Poem
This poem isn't about eagles, but rather is about the imperfection of Life when we must face it alone. The eagle in this story learns that she cannot fly with only a single wing. She cannot be what an eagle should be, what all eagles must be. We, too, are like an eagle's wings. Alone, we cannot be all that we should be. All that we must be.
Be not too sad for our eagle, though. Her wing is broken, and she has lost much, but time heals even broken flight. If she's lucky, if she's given time, our eagle friend may yet soar again. Just as we need not forever be alone.
|by Ron Carnell|
|An arrow streaks from silent bow
To distant cliffs on deadly search,
The aim cast high, intentions low,
To where a pair of eagles perch.
An eagle flutters to the grass,
A cry of pain upon her tongue.
A broken wing she finds she has,
And cannot fly with only one.
Her eagle eyes cast to the skies,
To mate now soaring in the wind,
To cliffs and nest, eaglets denied,
Harsh victim of an archer's sin.
She circles round, confusion wild,
Her pinions moving in the breeze.
She flaps a wing in awkward trial,
Her voice grieves out in strident pleas.
It takes two wings to soar in flight,
To play a noble eagle's role,
A single wing lends no one height,
It takes two halves to make us whole.