appropriations

the past is always mythic–
crow with its harsh trumpet voice
it’s voice splitting and grating the wind–
a story we tell ourselves–
crow with its hinged beak
incanting warnings and cryptic complaints,
embellished with the shimmer of vanished worlds–
crow with its eye like a black
crystal ball, holding secrets,
magic, shadowed with spells–
crow with its wings outstretched
like a bridge to another dimension,
unknowable in either detail or entirety,
feathers collecting the luminosity,
the reflections of both sun and moon,
scattered from different points of view–
crow with its mathematics
of rhyme and unreason,
hiding inside the deceptions of time–
its murderous gathering,
harvesting any soul caught wandering–
as if truth were actually a substance
in search of a body, a vessel,
a refuge, the place beyond all limitations
bathed in the redemption of a blinding light

Off prompt for NaPoWriMo but answering two prompts this week from dVerse, Lisa’s “menagerie”, and Laura’s contrapuntal where I’ve used the opposites scatter and collect.

37 thoughts on “appropriations”

  6. ❤ ❤ ❤ OMG, Kerfe, one of your best and that is saying a lot. I love this poem and I'm saving it with the other special poems I've saved along the way.
    Favorite parts:
    the past is always mythic–
    a story we tell ourselves–

    crow with its eye like a black
    crystal ball, holding secrets,
    magic, shadowed with spells–

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  8. You do roundish paintings I rather like a lot. This first especially. How to spell Rorschach, yea, like that. Third too, but kind of dangerous. AND last four lines of the poem, reach way up high – and get there. Nice.

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