PICKINGS
Poetry from NHI publications
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I like you crow. you stand there Admiring me and never quibble. Communication is through your deep Dark eyes that hardly ever blink. Assertively you know your place, Allow me mine. Your memory Of far away places does not hinder Me. Your blackness is not that Of foreboding; grey feathers* on your Breast are not of ageing. Perhaps Of pride, disdain or approbation: Medals of distinction! Your message Is simple: Where there is food You are at peace. My own peace Does not relate to food but to a past Which is deep that I cannot recall. My agitation and pain deter me. Deter others; interactions diminish. Loneliness demands of them a tolerance You yourself behold, You, Boyar of old, Probably prefer crows. |
BRIAN BLACKWELL |
from The Smile of Lies ISBN 0 903610 19 1 Next poem Previous poem |
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* The grey and black crows of Minsk may well be hybrids between Hooded and Carrion crows. read reviews of other books by the author Web design by Gerald England This page last updated: 24th November 2005. |