Tag: crows
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Poetic Bloomings: 20 July
Wednesday, 20 July I listened to the timbre of crows last night — fighting over scraps. I chased them off into the drizzle. Into the trees. I can’t forgive their charred voices. I can’t forgive the end of peace. © Misky 2016 for Poetic Bloomings: “Last Days“
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Poetic Bloomings: 8 July
That Summer of Crows I was ten. I was smaller then. The world was smaller, and that made everything bigger. Made the sky bigger. Made the old oak bigger than sky, and when I stood under that tree, clouds disappeared into its leaves, into its shadows. It was wind- flicked and dry as old books.…
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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
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