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Friday, April 22, 2011

Poem for Big Tent Poetry

Big Tent Poetry offers a series of poem prompts. I chose number seven:

A Predicament

a murder of crows
binds a score of skips
edged in the gritty noise
of rocks in a creek

fractures ticks of time
in a mile-wide night
before a flash of wings
sweeps her near the tide

drenched in smoky mirrors
she arises
on the right side of night
her chronicle intact

Digital Image.

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Anonymous said...

A wonderful concoction of imagery and action! Both vivid, impressive and haunting.

Thanks for sharing :)

Maggie said...


flaubert said...

That is just beautiful, Susan.


Kathe W. said...

nicely done!

Cadan Henry said...

ah, another art lover. i'll be back just to see the painting at the top of the blog. thanks.

lucychili said...

it sounds chilly

Laurie Kolp said...

Striking and mysterious!


Anonymous said...

Take the image...add the words...and you have a haunting, enigmatic scenario. I have enjoyed trying to "solve" this. vb

Cathy said...

Interesting, could be read in many ways.


brenda w said...

We went to my folks' place in the mountains for Easter. Just got home. One reason I like this piece is because we had a family discussion about the pronunciation of creek. My dad and several others say crick. Crick works well in this piece. :) The first stanza is gripping, and I love the last one, and "flash of wings."

Anonymous said...

I was out and about yesterday. Went to one of my favorite parks with a river running through it. The water was moving very fast and I watched a mallard being swept along in that current. Your poem reminded me of that, in many ways.
Wonderfully myserious imagery.


Anonymous said...

The words are striking and wild! Love that "she arises on the right side of the night"!