
Will you reply when called?
What is your name? The sky
refuses to say why
you hold the tree.
Why have you conscripted
this perch among the dead?
Abide with me instead
amidst the green.
Have my ghosts entrusted
your wings with messages–
voices of presages
destined for me?
Immovable, silent,
a silhouette distilled–
I seek but am unfilled–
inside stripped clean.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above, and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, where she has introduced the poetic form Abhanga. I like it, but I think I need to experiment more with it to get the rhythm right.

Also linking to earthweal Open Link Weekend.
As you may know, Crow and I are old friends.
Hi, Kerfe! You did a wonderful job with the Abhanga verses. Lovely photo and collages. I love crows too. 😉
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Thanks Vashti. They are magical creatures.
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And so smart too.
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lovely!
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Thanks Kate!
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Although one-sided, conversations with crows sometimes lead to enlightenment.
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They do. And they always engender thought.
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Love the idea of being stripped clean inside, rather than the obvious externals…
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Thanks Sue. Great prompt, as always.
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🙂
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How I love “Have my ghosts entrusted your wings with messages…..?” I havent heard of this form before. It is intriguing and you have executed it well.
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Thanks Sherry. Colleen is always introducing us to new syllabic forms. I like this one. And Crow has been following me around for some time now.
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Another interesting poetic form to explore – thank you for introducing me to it, Kerfe. Am I right in thinking it’s constructed around three questions and three statements – but no answers? I’m intrigued by the lines:
‘…The sky
refuses to say why
you hold the tree’.
As you know by now, I love corvids, and your image and poem, especially the thought of ghosts entrusting wings with messages and ‘a silhouette distilled’.
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Thanks Kim. The questions are just me always asking them. It’s 6-6-6-4 syllables with lines 2 and 3 rhyming, and sometimes internal rhymes. It has a lovely rhythm I think, although I didn’t get it exactly right to my satisfaction anyway. I agree, Crow always has something to tell us.
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Wow, these are amazing Abhanga K🧡🍁
Deep and evocative
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Thanks Jude. I didn’t quite get the rhythm you did, but I will definitely try again.
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Nooo, you nailed it 👌🏾
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Your bird is a liminal creature — perched between the living and the dead, with answers for both. We must enquire, and sing what we find (and don’t). Well done. – Brendan
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Thanks Brendan. Birds have much to tell us (but of course we need to be paying attention).
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I love the ending!
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Thanks!
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I like the rhythm here, Kerfe, and the ending was stark, raw and stirring!
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Thanks Ingrid. This is a form I will be exploring again.
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I love the crows as messengers. Well, you know I love crows, too.
I’m reading this one after reading your Oracle poem where I commented about seeing how active and noisy the crows were this morning.
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All the birds are much about, even with the snow. It’s heartening.
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Yes, it is!
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The ways of crows are mysterious. What’s dead to us is possibly still full of possibilities for them.
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I think that’s true. They straddle the between.
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I think they know, too.
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The combination of both prompts turned out really well. I see that crow really set you wondering, Good communication you two had going there🙂 I really like this, next time maybe I’ll do more that one stanza🙂
Pat
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Thanks Pat. It does work well in series I think. (K)
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That it does.
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I always find it interesting that birds perch on dead limbs of trees. Is it to commune with the dead or is it to better see the living? On my walks, I would sometimes see a blue heron perched on a dead branch by the lake and I def think he was using this vantage point to score a meal.
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It’s definitely a clear view!
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Kerfe, your Crow is amazing. The oracle is probably a crow sitting atop a tree, sending us messages. I too, like this abhanga form and will experiment with it further. The middle lines of rhyme are a pleasant surprise. It’s definitely fun to try some of these rhyming forms. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. The rhyme in this form is not overpowering and I think it adds, as you said, a surprise. (K)
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I’ve never been into rhyming poetry but this abhanga form is a fun one to write. ❤️
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Beautiful, Kerfe. You did a wonderful job with the rhyme. It’s seamless. 🙂
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Thanks Diana. For some reason the rhyme is not obvious in this form. But it adds to the rhythm I think.
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I agree. It’s very subtle
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Love this, Kerfe!💕
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Thanks Bela! I can never resist a crow.
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Me either! I just wrote a post about ravens! Love the Corvids. 😎
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Thanks Sue! (K)
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