I've been thinking about the ravens, lately. They are starting to drift back into town, slowly, as the gulls and other summer birds line up their baggage and head for milder climates. This brought me back to a series of raven poems I wrote a few winters ago, and I decided to revisit just a few of them, one by one. Here is where it begins.
the ravens have eaten her heart
see how the thunderhead pounds
its coveted earth
heavy-handed as a jealous lover
just as the roiling sea loves the beach
against which it rails, raking angry
finger-marks through soft mounds of
care-tossed grains, silica and shell
Rachel Westfall
November 28, 2008
2 comments:
Somehow, I missed the raven's presence. Pray, tell us more of the raven.
Raven just ducked in here. She'll be more prominent shortly... ;)
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