Crow

 

Flow down blood river flow

Enchanted chants the black crow

On a tree in a meadow

He sees the widow

 

Dressed in black leaning back

Hanging from a tree on the river bank

Sparkling eyes and dark black skin

The raven has seen the soul within

 

Beak of stone and feather of steel

Scars of time waiting to heal

Bleeding the crow on dead branch of wood

As the widow was stitching his open wound

 

He heard her weeping wiped her tears

He drank her sadness devoured her fears

With fire that blackens yet never cleanse

He took her sorrows cleared her sins

 

Three hundred heavy feathers

Attached together

With thirty silver rings

Pierced to his wings

 

And three thorns surrounding his heart

One for each rose that went apart

What’d you call a crow and a widow

Both are black they’re dress in shadow

 

Dead crows they saw in a distance under

One crow is one, but many are murder

He took her widow along to his heaven

Chanting and counting from one to seven

 

One for sorrow, two for joy

Three for a girl, four for a boy

Five for silver, six for gold

Seven for a secret never to be told.

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[WritersRankings]

You seem to have found your muse again and are writing powerful verse my friend. Your style is powerfully evocative and precise in imagery. I invite you to write about social themes that go beyond mere verse, for you are one of the few poets I know that has the power to change the world through your work.

[M.Kilani]

I really find your words most encouraging, and I thank you for such a review and such faith in my words, yet I'm once again without a muse nor inspiration to write, but I'd love to give it a try, perhaps if you let me know what theme you have in mind, I might find something in my old writings or regain the inspiration to write again.
Thanks once again.
Regards,
Mohammad.

[Namaa Hammond]

amazing ending! this is now my favorite! and the best poem i've ever read in my life. epic story and it drives my imagination wild. Keep up the creativity!

[olla]

nicely done.. I enjoyed it very much..

[Lily Mae]

This is amazing.. I love the story being told and the the flow.. :) xo

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

When I see you have written a new poem, I run to read it like few poets out there.

1. Chanting and counting from one to seven
2. Hanging from a tree on the river bank

Potent with fictive content and the body-language of creative narriative.