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Corvidophilia - (The Love of Ravens) - Poetry and LightPaintingDryad said Dec 12, 2006, 2:34 AM: |
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RAVEN  Corvidophilia - (The Love of Ravens) Gray rain whips the world with wind The mountains are white, awash in mist Above the sound of the howling storm - The moaning of the pines, the wailing of the weather - The ravens can still be heard calling From treetop, to treetop; barren and clear The sound of hollow wet bone Do you wake up drinking darkness, That your eye should be so black, so black Ebony, pitch, shining like sharply cut jet Polished to an acid edge with purpose What do you see? What knowledge do you keep In the darkness of that black, black eye? They say you are a trickster, but it is wisdom I feel behind the dipped ink of your gaze Insight, creation, what all I will never know For you hood yourself with a slow blink Mystery bird the shade of nightwind Lady of secrets, enigma on wings You will not be known They will find your feathers In places you have never been Could these be amulets, charms, sliced from the midnight sky? Cut out with the sharpest, burning, knifewhite stars Dusted with a silent mist of moon? Wherever they have come from They tumble to earth in the simple shape and seeming of Raven feathers But they carry this strong corvidae blessing: Shadow wings stretch as a shield above you Sharp, onyx eyes watch as a ward over you Constant Unblinking Blessed Be And You … Nature's wanton riddle wrapped in ebony You still sail the treetops As black as the memory of every darkness Missing a tail feather here and there … With a cry that sounds like it will tear your throat You alight on a branch too slender As it breaks beneath you … Your secrets splash against the sky Black eyes blaze brilliant with Laughter … As the wild wind catches your widespread Wings … © Edwina Peterson Cross |
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