Silent crow

Why so silent brother crow?
The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too dark
and from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.
Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend?

Your gaze is wiser, worn as snow
as frozen tears or dying windows stark,
but why so hushed as not even cats
can stir you with the fear of death, an end?

Is it darkness dusk, this lack of glow
that choked your voice and quelled your spark
that dulled the gold of life to matte.
Dear crow, rejoice, be glad we’ll mend

cause buds will burst from boughs
the air will swell with songs of cheerful larks.
This gloom will be our verdant habitat
Oh crow, come caw for me, pretend.

White Flower Crow
Robert Zakanitch

Linked to Saana’s prompt at dVerse where we write french poetry for instance writing Rimas Dissolutas.

January 4, 2021

23 responses to “Silent crow

  1. Love this especially; “Is it darkness dusk, this lack of glow that choked your voice and quelled your spark that dulled the gold of life to matte,”.. 😀 the rhymes here work together so well! Exquisitely drawn, Bjorn. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝

  2. I can pretend, like the crow. Love this one Bjorn, specially the 3rd stanza. I look forward to the time when: the air will swell with songs of cheerful larks.

  3. Excellently dark, yet bursting with the promise of colors shaded beyond my vision. As always, deliciously done.

  4. Lovely storytelling, Björn and I love the full and empty imagery you use to tell a story of a crow that is so like many people I know this time of year.

  5. Wonderfully executed poem, I wonder about the crows when they are silent. I find it to be a warning of sorts. I guess, they just want to pretend things are okay but, we all know things are not okay. sigh.. but, buds will burst come spring and then there is always hope.

  6. Really like the voice in this very much. Lovely cadence and rhythm too, giving such flow to the narrative….and that last line, that most simplest of lines, casually attached on the end there….well, it is just so powerful and heavy I would not dare lift it…

  7. i like the feeling in this of rebirth and renewal, which is so aptly shadowed by the beak opening. Winter isn’t a good time to be a bird, but the crow endures, one feels.Great take on the form.

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