A Murder of Crows   5 comments

She threw feathers from a roof and watched them fly
as a charm of finches dreamt and a heart cried
She heard the rain fall on the corrugations of her soul,
sounding like kettle drums when a timpanist played

She had asked of herself the strength to fly the storm
feeling small as the wind swirled the compass points
But it was the crow that awakened when she called
and murder flew on the wings of her plundered heart

Shot from a long bow straight she had not seen
the hand of her lover draw the string without pause
Nor did she see the arrow or hear its sound before
the dart of the Devils cupid split her heart in two

Where pain was measured in lightning strikes
she felt she had been struck a thousand times
When thunder roared it would echo deep within her body
and each time she feared it would explode her soul

Like creeper vine and tree theirs had been a symbiotic dream
In the sunlight they had grown together soaring skyward
At night they twisted themselves around limbs and lips
listening to rainforest night birds sing amongst the trees

The unravelling fabric of their existence began in moments
caught between careless kisses and touches without warmth
She did not see the ink of their tattooed hearts fading or
the look of distance in the eyes of her lover when they met

So sudden was the shift from friend and lover that it was only
when she heard the sound of love departing on heron wing
that her mind and eyes were called to take account and
her heart to feel the point of arrow driven deep within

Gathering together her words to put them on display
she wrote poems of love in blood from her pierced heart
To spread on wing and fly her lover back across the sky
she cried out in desperation to the birds for help

But for her there were no larks, no flamingos or wagtails
the sky was heavy, with only crows to listen to her call
There would be no answer to her plea and she was left
with only the agony of loss and a murder of crows

Advertisements

Posted 08/02/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Tagged with ,

5 responses to “A Murder of Crows

Subscribe to comments with RSS.

  1. Epic is the best way to describe this. Love it.

  2. Reblogged this on Caliburnus Rises.

  3. Great use of metaphors, similes and imagery. Could see myself in the “storm” and hurt. One small point I will make however is that some punctuation (such as commas, full stops, semi colons, etc.) would assist in the tempo and reading of the poem. Great write nonetheless and loved it. Thanks for sharing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: