Wingtip to wingtip, they jink, tripand wheel with a rhythmic beat. They’re comedians, tar-stainedcroaks telling bad jokes that tumble like hailstones from the sky. Morrigan, transformed, foretells fate,her unkindness of ravens the guardians who guideour sorry souls to the afterlife. Kim M. Russell, 26th January 2026 Today is Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub; […]
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Raven Rain
Ravens sweep the sky, wheeling and tumbling stringless black kites, until the sky weeps with impudent little tikes, whose sooty wings stir up a storm like dust, each curious eye a piercing stud of black diamante, until the clouds break. By afternoon, the earth is damp and green and lush, and somewhere a blackbird in […]
Battle Royal
Above warm earth where gilt sun glows, a message writ in scrawl of wings, jet black on silver as they rose: a raven and a peregrine. At war with plunges and with throes, two handsome birds beloved by kings; a storm of plumage in the sky marks battle fought for mastery. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
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