Corby

My reponse to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Words Count With Mama Zen

Massive raven, clever corby dear,
your spirit will ever haunt me here,
with your jabbing bill and loyal mate,
with whom you would quarrel, call and grate.

I still hear the rustle of your jet wings
and the rattling lid of the rubbish bin
when you scavenged for scraps or chased the cat,
looping the loop, a maniac aerobat.

Unkindness of ravens, trickster and dark clown,
Arthur’s soul with Camelot’s crown:
are you a god or are you a ghost?
Is your soul damned or is it lost?

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Emily Carr, “Big Raven” (1931)