The Raven
The Raven
Black pigmented ink
Circle my frame
Charcoal
My melanin
Fierce as the raven
Perched upon a housetop
In its black attire
Regal and justified
Jet as ebony,
Timber from a tropical tree
Molasses is my honey
I knead with the night
And scare the limited of mind
More precious than the Tahitian pearl
A lantern at midnight
My soil shall keep my garden
Fruitful and multiplied
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
08/21/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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