One eye glances askance,
glittering jet lustre.
Is Morrighan watching?
Will she visit you?
Wings open like a broken umbrella,
a sheen of funereal feathers.
Is it alone or are there three
to strike fear in the hearts of the enemy?
Talons scratch a morbid beat
to the castanet clacking of its beak.
Sacred sister of the phantom queen:
the maiden, the mother or the crone?
If, by chance, you should kill a crow,
bury it and wear black when you do so.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fireblossom Friday: Corvid and sit a while and linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
Fireblossom says that the crow is her totem animal and she adores them, that even if you don’t like crows, they make wonderful fodder for writing. She says that crows are often used in literature and films to convey a sense of foreboding or death but they are extremely intelligent birds. They can figure out complex tasks–like using a stick to help them retrieve a piece of food–and they can distinguish individual human faces so that they know who is a friend and who to avoid. If you feed crows, they will sometimes bring trinkets and shiny objects to leave as gifts for you.
Today we are writing new poems about crows or from the point of view of a crow, or using them as metaphors.