Raven

The sky felt dense,

The mood it gave off,

Like moths in hue,

And butterflies in pale,

 

The showering of haze,

Over us at ease,

It’s not seen,

And there I won’t be seen,

 

The morning routine,

Of the everlasting gloom,

The day stuck in reprises,

And another one it seems,

 

It flies by scoring petrified faces,

Clipping by the nests,

It stays there,

For it, I won’t.

Poem “Raven” By Sarah Shahzad, January 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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April 28, 2023 at 10:46 AM
Beautifully spare and evocative. I am reminded of Ms. Dickinson's gravity hidden in simplicity. Your last line is haunting. For it, I'll only say bravo.
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