Clouds billowed thunderous grey
above charcoal stalks of heather.
Trees held their breath all wind-filled day,
browbeaten by the bullying weather.
As if by lightning strike, a leafless oak
exploded into jet-black blossoming:
a magnanimous murder of crows
broke from the darkness cawing,
burst into the blackened sky,
their sooty feathers spread and soaring.
Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2021
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #52: Something About Mary
Rosemary is back with a Mary Oliver challenge and a poem chosen from Dreamwork. It’s called ‘Landscape’ and we are invited to choose a line or phrase and use it to inspire a new piece of our own writing. I chose the lines:
‘…the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky’
Free image found on depositphotos.com
wonderfully wrought, kim.
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Thank you, Nick.
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Birds are really fascinating aren’t they? My late wife was a keen bird watcher with me tagging along to broaden my knowledge with bird list in hand!
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I take part in the RSPB’s Big Bird Watch every January.
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Kim, your imagery is terrifically vivid – I can practically see and hear the murder.
Sincerely,
David
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Thank you, David.
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The crows caught my imagination too, though I ended up going a different way. I think this poem is perfectly wonderful.You’ve caught both the mood of the weather and the movement of the crows, so well that I seem to experience them too.
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Thank you! I usually gravitate towards corvids, Rosemary.
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All we have up here on Vermont’s Canadian border, this time of year, is crows. Your wonderful work is photographic, and your photograph is an awesome complement to your masterful verse. Thanks for bringing us along, KR.
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Thanks for coming along, Ron!
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Just lovely, Kim. Perfect phrases to illustrate this moment.
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Thanks so much!
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Ms. Oliver would be nodding her head in approval ….
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Thanks Helen.
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I almost chose the line you chose, because the imagery is so striking. Your poem made what had seen in Oliver’s line so much more potent. Now, I can see that explosion of crows… smell the smoke in their wings.
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I’m so glad you can smell the smoke in the wings, Magaly!
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You’ve set up a wonderfully ominous mood that makes we wonder what else is lurking about in this landscape, and how it might make itself known. I have to say, it’s a pretty perfect metaphor for life around here.
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Thank you, Rommy!
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When I read “ exploded into jet-black blossoming” I could hear them take to air. Fabulous.
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😊
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Of your very vivid images, i luv this one best
“Trees held their breath all wind-filled day,
browbeaten by the bullying weather.”
Happy Wednesday
Much💝love
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Thanks Gillena!
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I would have loved to see that! I adore crows, and the leafless tree and darkness sounds so wonderful.
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😊
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Awesome.. I love and I’m in.
I move your imagery.
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And Kim, I did it.. kindly take a look..
https://kuoobiediaries.wordpress.com/2021/01/13/missing-home/
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I enjoyed reading this, Kim, it was fun to follow.. We have similar episodes with the Blackbirds, often the descend upon our smaller back yard, seems everyone of them has it’s own spot in the grass Hardly ever do we see a crow here in the Southeast Texas Gulf Coastal area..
Sorry to be so late, we are having a hectic week, a son-in-law died Sunday morning.
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Thank you, Jim. I am so sorry for the loss of your son-in-law.
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I bless crows in all their manifestations! Thank you for this celebration of corvids.
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I’m glad you like it!
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I love how the crisp structure matches the landscape
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Thank you, Jae.
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