#7

blackBirdCrow

Oreo Black

It was a thrown down dare,
that sinew fragment sound,
like a Joplin-siren-howl.
Those Oreo-black crows,
they stood still as salt
over that swollen wreckage.
— a fox, I think.

 

 

For Sunday Whirl Wednesday’s Six Words:  siren fragment wreckage swollen still salty

6 responses to “#7”

  1. They have to make sure he’s not kidding first before they check the carcass! What a great scene you painted here.

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  2. Tense and scratchy perfectly encapsulated..and could her Janis’s howl..it came from the belly didn’t it..like life and death

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    1. I miss her voice from time to time.

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  3. I. love. this. poem. Caw! Caw! Caw!
    Even though the crows were silent, I couldn’t help myself.

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    1. Thanks! Fab words today, Brenda.

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