Crow …

Bold,

cold-eyed, unloved bird;

black-feathered, black-billed,

passerine.

Scavenger and shepherd’s scourge.

black-legged sexton of the road;

solitary stalker by the verge;

omen as yet unfulfilled.

Incautiously

I slowed down,

your plumage flashed

with such a richly green and purple sheen,

I knew, O blameless crow,

it was your death’s mantle

I had seen …

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to Crow …

  1. didacuscorner says:

    Ave, intact-macula lutea, poetess! Your love for crows isn’t free of horror, as in great literature…I love them without reserve and I’m fond of your ‘black-legged sexton of the road;’…

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Ave, Didacus …
    I think that birds have sharper vision 🙂 I’m pleased you like that description … thank you very much.

    Hope you have a sunny weekend in Londinium.

  3. Shermeen says:

    Great piece. You do so fulfil what Wittgenstein says in the aforementioned quote!

    As often, the image is a feast for the eyes and the imagination.

  4. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you so much, Shermeen .. I am more than delighted that you should think so.

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