Beneath a willow, unmarked grave
remembered in the winter’s shadow
by an aging raven in the tree
once a vibrant maiden, waiting
for her soldier left to die somewhere
beneath a willow unmarked grave
She aged in vain, withered, slept
transformed, forget their days of spring
remembered in the winter’s shadow
On wings of sorrow, searched for years
until she found and gave her song
by an aging raven in the tree
Today we are writing cascade poetry again at dVerse hosted by Merril.
February 5, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is beautiful and very poignant.
Ooh yes, Björn, a chilly winter grave and a poignant poem that cascades to its sad ending. I love the raven’s part in the tragic love story.
A raven is always a good messanger….
Indeed.
Death and a raven seem perfect for this type of poem. Beautifully done, Björn!
I am glad it worked… I think the form lends itself well to tell stories too.
It did work.
Yes, I think it does work to tell stories.
I do enjoys raven in poems. this worked well
Ravens always work
even the rythm is sad
Bravo
much love