Thursday, May 5, 2011

My, Don't We Look Tasty

Imagine a crow eyeing you
Over what used to be
The green, green grass of home.

Don’t look now but

Now you know why
There’s nothing green about
This old

Old bird.


4 comments:

  1. This appeared recently in an anthology called New Poets of the American West. It's no crow (we have ravens at our altitude—no idea why), but close enough....

    From a Swaying Hammock

    With a raw squawk the raven breaks
    
his glide and alights on a pine’s

    

spring-like branch. What peaks gleam
    
in his onyx eye? What fat anoints his beak?

    

When I doze, it seems I hear my name
    
picked apart by his artful caws,

    

feel the combs of his claws
    
prowling among my graying hairs.



    How can I sleep with him perched there?

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  2. Birds are always among the best poetical subjects, full of mystery & menace: and both these poems prove it.

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  3. And, oh, I forgot to mention: my first book of poetry, entitled "Bridget bird and other poems", is coming out soon.

    That's right: a book I've named after my friend I see every Spring/Summer in the tree outside my window. It's my way of saying thanks to the things I can't write without.

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  4. J,

    Your raven poem makes my crow look like a sparrow!

    C,

    Great title; I'm sure the poems will be a fitting tribute to your friend.

    Thanks to you both for commenting.

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