Poem -
Murder of Crows
Fetid leather withered skin
Echoing Zephyr, maniacal din
Harbingers of death in tow
A tantalizing site of dinner below
Come gorge a fill
On foul entrails spill
Beckonings abound
Bloated via enkindle pound
No qualms of guilt
At brutal blood spilt
Indulge in the feast
Is a nature of the beast!
An empty vessel void of life
Once long ago a loving wife
Who nourishes the crow!
Where fauna refuses to grow
Barren of mortal vitality
Fruitful only in brutality
A cycle of survival arose
On the wind, murder of crows
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Comments
Wow like this one.Β getting in the spirit of Halloween?Β Love the descriptive imagery displayed here!
Greg
thank you Greg I try lol I think Halloween is awesome. I just can't go trick or treat anymore. I would scare the crap out of the little ghouls lol
Dear PoetessDarkly,
I like it much better when someone has to "eat crow", instead of getting "eaten" by one.
Your poem sends shivers up one's spine.
Very powerful imagery.
Love,
Larry xxx
Thank you Larry. Your support is appreciated
As is your beautiful poetry.
Larry xxx
thank you
what great poem
thank you Greg for your ongoing support
This really made me smile as I made a list not long ago of collective nouns for a number of creatures, with something in mind for a poem (still on the drawing board!)...a great read and subtle in conveying underlying themes...thanks for posting.
T
thank you, T, your ongoing support is truly appreciated
Your work astonishes me...your use of imagery, your language, the feeling you create. You are incredibly gifted.?
Thank you kindly Deidre