A Ravaged Raven

Ravaged Raven On returning from work, I always pass near the cemetery And always find no life moving there, almost same scenery. But today was a different day. I stopped my car at the gate The cawing began, wind whipped, birds arrived in droves. Big black birds were landing over the place, on the graves. It seemed to be like a scene out of the movie “The Birds” Flapping of the wings indicating a big accident to happen. It reminded me of many superstitions and scores of myths That surround the crow and its larger cousin, the ravens. Ravens are associated with death in many of the cultures As they are found feeding on animals and human remains, A soothsayer, an omen of death, as a creator and cleanser. I saw a lady standing near the tombstones looking at horizon First I thought her to be a Goddess Morrigan of Irish battle As both crows and ravens were her allies and companions, Dressed in white but this woman was in black with a pistol. Will name her Raven, visiting the tomb of the dear one Who is dead, but once lived, felt dawn and saw sunset Loved and was loved and now he lies in this cemetery. As if she got the inner message from her dead one “To take up the quarrel with the foe and take the revenge. And will not sleep in peace if you break faith with me”. As if she has come with a pistol to console her dear one With salty tears stinging her face, emotions begin to race I miss you so, why did you have to go when heart is wary. I have come to you to touch your name engraved in stone Trying to be strong and brave, to avenge your enemy And one day in heaven we will be together happy again. +++ September 26, 2014 Form: Free Verse Second Place win Contest: Raven by Kelly Deschler