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
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’
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