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
biting down
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
As you all know I have a soft spot for owly treasures.
This time one of a kind beauty.
A very time consuming piece, but the result is pretty amazing.
Every bit is handmade. Every creature I bring to life is made with many tiny tools. By hand. No machine made components.
Adorned with tiny hand sawn leaves.
Below I have set an amazing Australian Opal, pictures don't do justice to this rich in depth beauty.
A True Talisman for an Owl lover.
The chain measures 18"
Enjoy!
L.
