Night

The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery. Muhammad Iqbal

A crow is flying by

and caws the little edges off the day

in evening away.

 

Night is crawling black from tree to tree,

his limit is the shadow

his nest is down the grave.

 

A crow is flying by

and caws the rest of sleep

into so wide awake.

 

The dark is mirroring fear

in open and behind the sleepy eyes

 

until in the morning

with the first crowing

the ghosts are gone again.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

09/11/2014

Author's Note

Night is the third of three poems, my brother Peter Lejaeghere has used to made the composition 'Horizon'
1. Overseas
2. Wind
3. Night

You can listen to it on my old website: (use Internet Explorer to surf to it)

http://home.scarlet.be/~pieper/HORIZON.htm

Reviews

[RiverRei]

I love writing about the night. I almost feel more comfortable in the evening that any other time during the day. I got a feeling of Poe while reading this. He wrote about a raven and you wrote about a crow, but it still reminded me of his work lol. You are amazing with imagery though, I can always perfectly see what you're describing and I love that about your work. Thank you again for sharing your poems with me :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you for so much beautiful words, RiverRei. Indeed, some pieces I've written because I've seen it before my eyes. My stories also that I write, I see them happening in my mind. Sometimes readers comment that they are like a movie piece and I guess it's the way they come to my mind. :) Rudi

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Night is the third of three poems my brother Peter Lejaeghere has used to made the composition 'Horizon'
1. Oversea
2. Wind
3. Night

You can listen to it on my old website: (use internet explorer to surf to it)

http://home.scarlet.be/~pieper/HORIZON.htm

[Geo Lawrence]

This is really scary. Crows are really smart birds. But I don't like them...A feeling of death and fear enveloped me as I read this!!!

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I think the same, they are smart that's a fact, but I really don't love them. Glad you liked my poem. :)
Rudi

[ksscampos]

Spooky! I love it! Thanks for sharing

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you for taking time to look at my poem. Glad you liked it. :)
Rudi

[Noor.92]

It is a very interesting piece of work, I must say..!
Moreover I felt really happy to see you quoting Iqbal..Our famous poet, philosopher and leader whom we still respect from the core of our hearts...

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you very much for your kind words. Glad you liked it. :)
Rudi

[Eleanor]

This is really interesting and clever!
Crows are mostly associated with death and darkness. But they are really intelligent creatures.
I have noticed that all your work has a different concept and topic than others and I love it.
Thank you for such a great RR :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you for taking time to read my poem. Glad you enjoyed it. :)
Rudi

[Delmar Cooper]

I live in the country and my wife and I serve two cats. Every morning we feed them on the front porch and every morning a murder of five crows visits to share breakfast. Crows are very smart birds, by smart I mean intelligent not clever, a horse can be clever- learn tricks, that sort of thing. One crow watches while four eat and if he (or she) calls the four flee. The crows know my face, don't think we all look alike to crows, we don't. I may see only a crow, but a crow knows who and what I am. They know us and either hate and fear us or they tolerate us. They are like cats in that respect. But crows come to my house at breakfast and supper, morning and evening. I do not know where they go at night, but in the morning they know who I am and all I know is there are five of them.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Glad to know this. I had already heard that crows are intelligent, I think I read it in an article once. Happy that you would take time to read my poem, Delmar. :)
Rudi

[Dara]

Beautiful imagery.

The night, like bad times, is frightening. But just like it turns into daylight, sorrows turn into happy moments and then we forget the bad times. Fear and hope, well played comparing the night and the day.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you Dara, for taking time to read my poem. Glad you enjoyed it. :)

Rudi

[J.C. Rabanes]

The dark is mirroring fear
in open and behind the sleepy
eyes

oh man... that line is interesting... I can imagine myself looking at a mirror at night and saw a scary ghost. oh man it scares me.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, I will not say that was the intention, but if it works that way I guess it has something. Glad you liked it. :)

Rudi

[J.C. Rabanes]

thanks for sharing man.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

My pleasure, John.

[emmajoy]

' Night is crawling black from tree to tree. ' - what a wonderful opening line.

The 'feel' of the poem is near mythical - the crow, dark and daring, is disturbed by the ghosts so. it caws and chatters them off and away through the night. That done, the ghosts disappear and all's calm again... at least for a while.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you Emma, for your review, glad you liked it. :)

Rudi

[Laura Lynn]

One would think that crows only come out at night, but according to your verse here surprisingly they caw into the first light of day. They are not afraid of ghosts, seeing them; nor are these crows unfriendly to anyone who takes a deep interest in them.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Okay, I believe you on your word. But craws are often associated with the Dark and Death, so I made this poem about it. :)
Rudi