(Poem No.34 of my favourite short poems)
Head of a Bald Eagle … Pen & Ink – WHB : May 2017
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 -1892), who succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate in 1850. This short poem is expressed with great effect and dynamism. The adjectives are just right. The words, metre, alliteration and rhymes work together to convey the essence of the eagle’s power and majesty.
Roland's Ragbag 
It is a wonderful poem Roland and gives a powerful image of watching an Eagle. Your pen and ink adds to those images.
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It is indeed an impressive poem. Thanks for commenting, Davy.
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No problem Roland. Looking forward to hanging out at The Ragbag throughout the week.
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I await your expert eye on my efforts with some trepidation.
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