an oil slick stains the sky
black the color of night
a dark void with no form
shape-shifting sands of time
past, present and future
the birthing of destiny
tarred in echoes of truth
beyond the illusions
of energy, of life
duality of right
reality of wrong
there's murder in the air
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cool... the crow is such a mystical bird.. you played well with this...and the last line gave me shivers...made me think of hitchkock...
ReplyDeleteYou have really written a vivid picture of a crow here. I like 'tarred in echoes of truth.' They strike me as very independent birds, scavengers, survivors. They find what they need to stay alive. There is something to be said for that.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, yes they strike me as independent and self sufficient too.
Deletethe crow is such a strong image...and symbol....the magic of that second stanza pairs well with it....nice play on the name of a group of them there in the end as well....very cool response...
ReplyDeleteThe image and your words make a dynamic match. I would pick a favorite line but each line says so much.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile... you know how much I love crows. That ending line is killer (oops, no pun intended!) Love this.
ReplyDeleteah.. yes and the collective noun for crows is such a good one.. I can almost feel the blackness of the flock bearing down upon us..
ReplyDeleteVery intelligent they are, too, contrary to most birds (apparently the 'wise owl' is quite stupid).
ReplyDeleteWhat a great, menacing write - that consistent imagery of blackness, darkness, shiny slickness just ever so wrong... and who ever invented that collective noun 'murder of crows'? Clearly they were determined to give them a bad reputation!
Very strong and evocative imagery, Kathryn! Crows are mysterious and dark birds. The largest I have seen were in the Alps, very impressive, almost frightening animals.
ReplyDeleteThey can get pretty darn big. They are smart, intelligent creatures but they do seem to have an air of menace about them.
DeleteEnjoyed reading this. It gave me the shivers, too :)
ReplyDeleteVery cool piece and a great ending.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ayala
DeleteWhat a beautiful painting!!!! Stunning art work. I especially love the "shape-shifting sands of time".
ReplyDeleteI like the ending very much ~ Crows are very intelligent creatures, a portent of dark things ~
ReplyDeleteStunning picture as well ~
Murder in the air, indeed. Excellent poetry.
ReplyDeleteI saw a great cartoon the other day - it was a drawing of a solitary crow, and underneath was the legend "Attempted Murder'.
I love that . . . attempted murder. :0)
Deletemurder in the air...always thought that "murder" was an appropriate...if not a bit brutal...description of a group of crows. Well written!
ReplyDeleteIt is a bit brutal when there are so many other animals that are more so than the crow. Thanks :0)
DeleteYou have definitely captured that feeling of menace that crows seem to engender. Love the cleverness of the final line - "murder in the air". Seems like it would be a great title for a murder mystery.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda, I love the symbolism of the crow.
DeleteWhat a wonderfully errie feel this has! And I love the image you have paired with it.
ReplyDeletei love that second verse. powerful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kamana :0)
DeleteI enjoy the imagery of crows and ravens...have used them in fiction writing. Great play on "murder."
ReplyDeleteThanks Victoria, there's something mysterious and magical about these birds.
Deletethere's murder in the air.... great close... crows certainly creep me out, but I think they're beautiful at the same time... jet black and mysterious
ReplyDeleteGreat words to describe those clever and smart crows. I hope they learn how to live with us - they have much to teach us.
ReplyDeleteYes, we could learn a lot from them for sure.
DeleteI love the beginning and the end! Yes, a gathering of crows is a murder-how creepy good is that!
ReplyDeleteFun to read-crows are misunderstood.
So Awesome, words and image :) T.
ReplyDeleteWe had a crow as a pet when we were kids. Great superstition attached to these birds. We had an owl too. It didn't appear stupid at the time. The crow mimicked every sound we made. Often we'd run for the phone to find it was the bird.
ReplyDeleteI love that they can mimick sounds.
DeleteI like crows. The sound of their caws is tied to my childhood memories of playing outside at the farm - when I stayed with my grandma. They remind me of my favorite times and bring me a source of comfort - as odd as that might seem! I do love how you captured their essence here! :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing piece...I hear crows almost every day behind my house...tarred in echoes of truth Love that line.
ReplyDeleteOh my word...your words....this is so very powerful!!
ReplyDeletea nice twist ~
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful...sometimes i feel the birds, the things of nature know more than even we. magnificent work!
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