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she wasn’t fond of crows

or the caw of his voice

overbearing, cocksure

pecking at her speechless

with his eyes

yet she hand fed him

sacred seeds of her soul

one by one until

it lay dormant

cold pressed and hardened

he foraged still, for scraps

while she fell into the light

and herself again

his metallic iridescence muted

raven ways fading far

from her memory

but crows, they say

never forget a face

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17 responses »

  1. Oh, this is quite sinister, Mish! I am pleased she got away from him. Or did she?

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  2. My heart goes out to her – and using the crow is so powerful….I agree…sinister last line…

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  3. This has the feel of a recurring dream that never really escapes from darkness.

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  4. scotthastiepoet

    I found this to be powerfully haunting Mish – perfectly painted in words…

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  5. overbearing, cocksure
    pecking at her speechless
    with his eyes

    Strong words with elements of a bullying tactic very common in a relationship. Looks like she has to give way!

    Hank

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  6. Very nicely done, Mish! I love the story and the imagery throughout. This was especially good to me….
    cocksure

    pecking at her speechless

    with his eyes

    yet she hand fed him

    sacred seeds of her soul

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  7. Wow, this made my heart drop. The metaphor alone and the wondrous figurative imagery, it serves as a shock; it’s a beautiful contrast of each other in a way and I love that in this piece. So beautifully, darkly, poignantly penned. It’s sad how people can feed off of others until there’s nothing left of who they once were, and the way you convey it here is heartbreaking but with the grace and respect this topic deserves. Powerful writing!

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  8. ooh rather eerie, well written Mish

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  9. Love your reachin’ high for a great OLN, bravo Mish! 🙂✌🏼❤️

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  10. writingwhatnots

    Wow Mish, your poem creates such a strong feeling of lingering menace, nearly escaped, but not quite.

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  11. Fine work, M. I’m trying to get back in the groove lately. I counted on today’s (ie Friday’s) crow-oriented haiku to get me started, but you’re the crowmeister today. And thanks for hosting!

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  12. Quite dark and haunting. The image is perfect with the poem. “pecking at her speechless
    with his eyes” these words are so sinister. The raven seems to often bring so much darkness into literature and you’ve followed in that tradition so very well here.

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  13. An epigraph, but for the woman? or the crow? Nice ambiguity.

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  14. “overbearing, cocksure

    pecking at her speechless

    with his eyes”

    The crow is such a perfect symbol for the sinister character in this poem. Your words were woven consistently all the way to the end. Well done.

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  15. This seems such an apt metaphor for toxic relationships. Beautifully rendered, Mish.

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  16. This is like a dark fairy tale. The metaphor is so well done (though I actually really like “real” crows). The last line is perfect, and scary.

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