Raven

The golden threads

Of time

Sewn deep into

The heavenly constellations

She weaves

Weightlessly

Thru the golden threads

The golden threads of time

Her black-feathered body

Flies

A thundering sky

Booms deep below

Her mistress

Awaits her return

With a message

From the Gods

Sent from the

Land of the great

Olympus

She silently sews

The fates of the

Damned ones

Within

The Golden Threads of Time

Reviews

[Quinn Blackburn]

wow, marvelous wordcrafting... potent, vivid, vibrant... quivering with potential. well done!

[Ravenskald]

speechless

[raining]

fun aint it?
i love certainly those booming thunderous crys. and your poem seems like an opening toward something. like hands with shadows playing the keyboard of.... something. like there is a back behind to everything. is there? or are you fiddling. i will read more. i like reading other peoples poems. it is always an exciting thing to discover anothers' fresh footprint in the garden....

[That Weirdo You Just Mi..]

I really like this and I sorta agree with Raven below me. They do seem weightless and to flow off the page and into your heart and mind forever. You're such a good writer and I had a good time at the movies today. Love you!

[Raven Wilson]

I love how all your poems flow and seem weightless themselves in word but so heavy in character. Of course I'm partial to this one since it shares my name ^_^