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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mishunderstood 
Oh, this is quite sinister, Mish! I am pleased she got away from him. Or did she?
My heart goes out to her – and using the crow is so powerful….I agree…sinister last line…
This has the feel of a recurring dream that never really escapes from darkness.
I found this to be powerfully haunting Mish – perfectly painted in words…
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
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
Nicely penned! 🙂
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!
ooh rather eerie, well written Mish
Love your reachin’ high for a great OLN, bravo Mish! 🙂✌🏼❤️
Wow Mish, your poem creates such a strong feeling of lingering menace, nearly escaped, but not quite.
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!
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.
An epigraph, but for the woman? or the crow? Nice ambiguity.
“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.
This seems such an apt metaphor for toxic relationships. Beautifully rendered, Mish.
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.