THE BARN OWL
In late summer
I feel the chill again
the first marauding
from the high plateau
I can sense the teeth in everything
and claws under rock and ti-tree
in the dry sand of the creekbed
I find the skeleton of a barn owl
and snap off its skull
with a twist of my thumb and forefinger
I string it
with a length of fishing-line
and for days
I wear it around my neck
dreaming at night
of the crack of lizard-bones
the death-cries of small marsupials
the hard beak
as I work
knocking against my chest
the great, absent eyes
as I sleep
watching from eucalpyts
or waiting in dark rafters.
© 2005, David Brooks
I am offering this beauty as you requested. I have only 3 ambers for this project, that's you can choose from! Don’t miss! Swipe to see the photos.
I am so ecited to present you this beauty :-)
Totally handmade, every tiny detail, every bit made with love! Every owl I create has her own character and soul.
Sleeping Barn Owl. North star on her wing.
Surrounded by stars. She hugs a drop of a natural Baltic Amber. Behind I have pierced the crescent moon.
18” sterling figaro chain.
Perfect soft patina finish. Looks nice layered with other necklaces. :)