she said, but
count them, count them and
remember
what has not
yet been dreamed—what follows each
silhouette–
a breath that
removes what is not
required, keeps
what fills need
and refills it whenever
it becomes empty—
spellcast in
air, each wing gathers
force, compressed
like secrets–
talismans numbered and tossed
waiting for the wind
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and also posted to earthweal open link weekend.
K. 
Utterly magical, Kerfe. Both the imagery in the words and in the artwork.
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Thanks Sue.
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No, not crows, but spellcast in air—magic.
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Thanks Jane. All birds have it.
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They do. Even the birds of prey have a fierce magic.
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Wonderfully written! And your art is gorgeous. I love it.
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Thanks Sherry. Birds!
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The crows are never far, are they? Count them. Magical, Kerfe.
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No they are always about. The other day 4 flew across the road as I was walking along by the park, and that’s what I thought of immediately when I saw Sue’s photo. Thanks.
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beautiful and magical indeed!
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Thanks Jodi.
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Amazing!!
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Counting the silhouettes of crows – wonderful, Kerfe – and I love the idea of them as ‘talismans numbered and tossed / waiting for the wind’!
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Thanks Kim. I am always watching the birds.
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❤️
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