The Barn Owl

The Barn Owl

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  • Date Submitted: 12/04/2013 4:33 AM
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Barn Owl
by Gwen Harwood

Daybreak: the household slept.
I rose, blessed by the sun.
A horny fiend, I crept
out with my father’s gun.
Let him dream of a child
obedient, angel-mind-

old no-sayer, robbed of power
by sleep. I knew my prize
who swooped home at this hour
with day-light riddled eyes
to his place on a high beam
in our old stables, to dream

light’s useless time away.
I stood, holding my breath,
in urine-scented hay,
master of life and death,
a wisp-haired judge whose law
would punish beak and claw.

My first shot struck. He swayed,
ruined, beating his only
wing, as I watched, afraid
by the fallen gun, a lonely
child who believed death clean
and final, not this obscene

bundle of stuff that dropped,
and dribbled through the loose straw
tangling in bowels, and hopped
blindly closer. I saw
those eyes that did not see
mirror my cruelty

while the wrecked thing that could
not bear the light nor hide
hobbled in its own blood.
My father reached my side,
gave me the fallen gun.
‘End what you have begun.’

I fired. The blank eyes shone
once into mine, and slept.
I leaned my head upon
my father’s arm, and wept,
owl blind in early sun
for what I had begun..

Analysis of “Barn Owl”
Recently we have been studying Gwen Harwood’s poem “Barn Owl” which tells the story of a child who leaves bed at sunrise and shoots a Barn Owl that lives in the barn.  The Barn Owl comes home to the barn every morning to sleep.  The child expected the owl to die immediately he shot it but it didn’t; instead it was badly hurt and the poem describes how it fell from the beam and was tangled in its own inards.  The child’s father came to the barn when he heard the shot and told the child to finish what he started and put the owl out of its misery.
Revision of the points we discussed while analysing the poem -
the poet does not tell us if the child is a boy or a girl.  Most of the class thought...

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