A bridge that leads out into the distance, sprawling across the water and transporting a series of lights in the night sky, lies above the mighty eagle. The eagle has just taken off from the ground of the lush green park and absorbed the pride of the New Yorkers around him. There is a bright orb of light in the distance that has captured the energy of the sun and cannot hold it much longer. The dark night sky is being prodded and overtaken by the overlying branches. The eagle is about to take flight from the grounds of green pride and into the unstable orb of light, spreading an explosion of the eagle’s nationalistic power over the bridge and throughout the city.
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Creative writing is often a matter of concision and specificity and the concrete. This is a great start but, as poetic expression, or poetic prose, I think it needs to find a more precise language that is grounded in the moment. Also, I’m not certain if you are talking about one image or two. The description seems like it might be describing both the first and third image. Either way, “sprawling across the water and transporting a series of lights in the night sky” seems like a lot of words to say something like “the bridge’s lights against the night sky…”. Also, I think it’s ok to call a thing by it’s name, which is an automatic way of being concrete: which bridge, which river, what street, what kind of tree?