Getting Wild with Crows

I want to strut with crows,
stomp and kick the rows
of neatly turned furrows
in a field freshly harrowed.

I want to scribble and scrawl on
geometric shapes with crayons
of ploughed-brown, corn-green
and yellow oil-seed rape.

Bring on the vivid hues
so we can fly among the blues
and splash inky shadows
on the landscape.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

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My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Let’s Get Wild! also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform

Our host this Tuesday is Jill who asks us what Maurice Sendek, John Muir, Henry David Thoreau and Chris McCandless all have in common. The answer is a sense of the Wild: the wild within us and around us; the wild that many of us abandon for ‘normal’ lives. Jill says that poets and children know about Wild and has shared some ‘wild’ quotations with us. One, including picture, is from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, a book my daughter and I loved to read when she was little. 

Jill says that our hearts, souls, our very being, long for something of the wild, so let’s explore that wildness and write poems that express how we respond to the wild. 

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43 thoughts on “Getting Wild with Crows

  1. I love the strutting with crows. I can see it now. I may need to pull out my stubby crayons and do some coloring. And the rolling around in freshly ploughed furrows. I love the feel if soft cool soil beneath my feet. I loved this write with all its playfulness.

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  2. You had me with crows. I talk to them… and some deign to respond. They are smart enough, and smug enough to know that they don’t have to.

    I love “I want to scribble and scrawl on / geometric shapes with crayons.” Our wild natures coming out in our desire to go outside the lines.

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    1. I once knew someone who had a pet crow. He rescued it, reared it and it just kept coming back to sit on his shoulder or head! I’d love one myself, but prefer to see them flying free.

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  3. kaykuala

    so we can fly among the blues
    and splash inky shadows
    on the landscape.

    Being wild and in full abandon to experience the good things in life. Yes Kim, why not?

    Hank

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