David Morley: The Teardrop Stoop
The Teardrop Stoop
Teardrop (verb): To stoop downwards in a teardrop shape
Stoop (verb): To tuck in the wings and dive headfirst from a height
Terms of Falconry
I knew her first as a brancher, pin-feathered,
gawky, mewing for tidbits, daughtered
to a haggard; she, strafed by hunger streaks.
I cast the bird to cope her, cere to beak;
imped her of fret marks, fastened fresh coverts,
as she sloughed, shook, side-stepped her blood feathers.
Intermewed, enseamed, she bobbed and bated
on her block perch. Penned-hard, she bloomed,
bowsed and bathed in her mews. Full summed
in flight feathers, wrangling for hours with a tiring
while tercels bickered, covetous, hungering
through the chicken-wire of her hawk-dwelling.
What were tercels when she had widgeon wing?
She mantled over raw meat, fleshed herself strong.
Amok mocking tercels slide-fly, gangling
on creances, crabbing over catches,
mantling offal, blood-booted in raw cruor.
The falcon rakes away from her spun prey,
pulls out of her stoop, foiled by cacophony.
Grounded birds are rounded up, gauntleted,
handled to their hawk-boxes, the free-lofts.
The whirling lure blandishes her: this bechin,
this gift of grume, this Catherine-wheeling
quarry: chick, wood-mouse—this neck-nipped tempter.
Tracker, trailer, trapper, her talons unsheathed—
fore-swept, dead-locked, whetted, teardropped to stoop—
strikes the lure—mid-air, mid-arc—clasps, clenches
its crushed coils; lays over, sunning on her sharps.
She weathers with Lannerets and Sakarets—
blind emperors in turbaned Turk’s Head Knots—
bound, jessed, sunned, flumped upon their parched perches
in the weathering yard. Tercels bathe and bowse,
feak, vomit, ruffle, preen, tug up talons
of one foot, wing-over their ceres, and doze.
Sole Falcon among males, she snites, swivels
and vents; warbles her wings above her back
tenting tensioned sarcels. Falco peregrinus
full-roused, her bow-perch both eye and eyrie,
raking the sun-wan yawning yard for quarry.
Rankling, mantling, muting, slicing—in sheer
yarak of her yearning; casting off from the fist
of the hunt, gyring to her sky-eyed pitch.
She has done with tiring, that too tough gobbet
of rabbit, crop-crunched, rangled with gravel,
endewed to the stomach before casting.
Now for her grace-grooming: her beak trawling
remiges, rectrices, pendants, alula,
her preen gland gleaming. She stipples her beak,
tongues oils over and between rachis, vane,
barbs, sarcels, down, crural, calamus,
semi-plumes, filo-plumes. Self-touch soothes her.
Soft-eyed, she ruffles. She shuffles over.
I caress her commissure with one finger.
She rocks on her keel, downily, drowsily.
Are we daring each other? I draw the braces
of her hood so that they tauten and clasp.
She springs in her yarak, ripe in her crouch.
I slip an anklet around her tarsus,
jesses to make her bracelet, snug bewit
for her bells. She binds to my wrist, warbling,
bobbing before casting off, sprung, free-flying,
stamps stairs of air, punching breeze, flinging
thumped thermals; vectors, vortices whistling,
isthmi of force fountaining, bouncing
beneath her aimed, armed anti-grav sheer through
cirrus, stratus, woolpacks of cumulus;
eclipsing, outcropping, playing the plinth
of her pitch, two thousand feet above my stare.
She stalls over the lure—
stoops.
David Morley
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