"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Crows

"Truth," said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
From whence the world looks black."
Stephen Crane

Ivan Bilibin (1910)*


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A pair of crows owns the parkade,
the one downtown, with the right front
corner collapsed down three floors.
The perfect place for the veritable nest
in which their hatchlings wait, ugly,
hungry heads wobbling, beaks wide to the sky.
The crows throw shadows
like chunky crucifixes
which slide along the edge of city walls
and deserted sidewalks.
There is something of the battlefield, here.
but all bones have been picked clean.



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Fireblossom Friday has us cooking with crow.

*Illustration for poem "Two Crow" by Alexander Pushkin

13 comments:

  1. "The crows throw shadows like chunky crucifixes" love that. So love the visuals in this. Sadly there is something human in the crow activity.

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  2. Such a powerfully penned poem, Kerry. Especially love; "The crows throw shadows like chunky crucifixes which slide along the edge of city walls
    and deserted sidewalks."

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  3. Incredible piece. I especially like this image/description:

    "The crows throw shadows
    like chunky crucifixes"

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  4. I love those shadows sliding along city walls. And I can see those bald babies and open beaks.

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  5. Yup...bone picked battlefields...crows have been here.

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  6. hungry heads wobbling, beaks wide to the sky -- oh, I can see this. Excellent, Kerry. And I love your quote, again.

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  7. I'm with De, I especially liked the description of the chicks.

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  8. What a murderous description. Hat off to you

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  9. Oooh, this is eerie. Love the description of shadows sliding, and the baby birds with hungry heads wobbling. This could be the beginning of a book or, possibly, an ending.

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  10. shadows like chunky crucifixes - what a great line ~

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  11. You mine a startling edifice here in the middle of the humdrum day. Chunky crucifixes! Clean daylight like picked bones!

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  12. Shadows like chunky crucifixes. Fantastic!

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