Seasons bring ... the nights, Machiavelli's
Corvus corax or ravens, hints, rallies
birds of good and evil, biblically,
and birds of a feather, ominously,
fed Elijah; 1 Kings 17: ... good,
left Noah; Genesis 8: ... bad, withstood
words by De La Mare, Pollard, and purely ...,
Poe. Riposte's preface specter writes, surely ...,
"Unblackeneds spot the murder from peaks cross.
Fowl scratched a stilted appendaged, exhausts
for ends, internal haunts recuse it from
rituals such ... be marred guilt and succumb
in absentia accused of their acts.
Black king seeks a pawn, the hour ... ink affects."
Categories:
corvus corax, allusion, analogy, animal, appreciation,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
While Samson is swinging his jawbone
There's a raven waiting on a tombstone
The reaper digs graves for all the unknowns
And the devil taps on his xylophone
The blackbird taps out some epitaphs
While Beelzebub is signing autographs
All hell is getting paid time and a half
While Lucifer lets out a deep belly laugh
Above expectant coffins Corvus Corax caws
And greedy vultures wait for the chance to gnaw
As many men meet their last tragic flaws
Hades opens up its' famished gaping maw
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Categories:
corvus corax, bird, death, evil, funeral,
Form: Rhyme
In the wink the suns rays turn black to silver
In molten precision
He leaps; hopping
A mystic dance around his meal
Cloaked in glistening pitch
The whisper of each immaculate feather
brushing against the others
No more a flawless symphony could nature compose
than the sounds of a raven, being
Categories:
corvus corax, animal, beauty, bird, imagery,
Form: Free verse
RAVENOUS
The Corvus Corax,
Traditional symbol of doom.
Calculating and manipulative,
the Raven builds her nest.
Golden branches, silver twigs,
opportunitively taken selfishly.
Groomed well from mother crow,
she sings beautifully for all to admire.
Golden eggs, an heir and spare,
solidify the future.
The Corvas Corax,
Destroys the Forest...Nevermore.
Categories:
corvus corax, family, life, people, social,
Form: Free verse
Corvus corax with croaking cries
Why look at me with one black eye?
Your presence here I’d not request
What seek you in black splendidness?
Why perch you there on bended bough
Hid beneath your feathery shroud?
Why stare at me with solemn bent
Why do you croak a dark lament?
Begone! Dark shiny messenger
Sound your dirgeful hymn elsewhere.
But still it perched unmoved in tree
And now both eyes transfixed on me.
Unfolded wings that made no sound
The visitor alight to ground
And plucked an iris growing near
I knew right then its purpose here.
Categories:
corvus corax, deathdark, dark, me,
Form: Couplet