Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Lonesome Crow's Lament




A lone crow settles
on the arched limb
of my silver birch.
His feathers gleam
in the fiery glow
of a frozen sunrise.

He scans the sky,
swoops to feast
on scraps and seeds.
I watch him sidestep
the garden table
peck at a crust
rise into the dusk
leaving behind
his sad lament,

the numbing cold
of a bleak winter’s day.

4 comments:

  1. Beautifully descibed, deeply moving last verse

    Rachel

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  2. Rach,
    Thanks, I saw the crow last week and wrote a few lines, the morning of the beautiful sunrise. I just found the poem today and decided to try to finish it. Glad you like it. It is unusual to see a crow on its own in these parts and the pesky Magpies come in groups, frighten off every bird out there. xx

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  3. Hi Máire,
    A reading day for me today and what a fine poem here, one I can certainly relate to at the moment. Skilled imagery at work

    regards Michael

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  4. Michael,
    Thank you for your comments, appreciate your visit. Máire x

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