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
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A wonderful concoction of imagery and action! Both vivid, impressive and haunting.
Thanks for sharing :)
Beautiful!
That is just beautiful, Susan.
Pamela
nicely done!
ah, another art lover. i'll be back just to see the painting at the top of the blog. thanks.
it sounds chilly
stormy
Striking and mysterious!
~laurie
Take the image...add the words...and you have a haunting, enigmatic scenario. I have enjoyed trying to "solve" this. vb
Interesting, could be read in many ways.
www.thequietone.net
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."
~Brenda
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.
Elizabeth
The words are striking and wild! Love that "she arises on the right side of the night"!
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