
I looked in her eyes.
So much sorrow
so much pain.
As tears began to fall
they were more turbulent
than the rain
what can I do
to remove this blight?
for she is my everything
my true love’s delight!
Yet what can a mere
black raven do?
I am small
meaningless
insignificant too!
Then I heard
the wind’s roar through the rain.
I will turn her black as the night
give her feathers
remove this bane.
We will never caress
nor will we embrace.
But of her tears
there is no memory nor trace.
thanks to Magpie Tales for a wonderful challenge to put this picture to words and to the beautiful Tess Kincaid who makes this happen
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Such beautiful Poetry-
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As Cynthia notes…a beautiful poem…the imaagery is just excellent.
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that’s really cool, moonie! i have felt like that little bird, before.
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Wow Leslie,
This poem is just beautiful. Your words weave a great picture and a dilemma on the ravens part that I am sure our furry and feathery companions face as well. I really enjoyed this poem and have to say it is my favorite one that you have written. Great job!
~Corbie Sinclair
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Strong imagery, very emotive piece.
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A tale of transformation – so like the Iberians of old – so like the Celts!
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This is stunning! It was like the room got dark and I could almost hear a rumble of thunder. I have chills. Awesome!
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The gift of shape shifting, how perfect for this image! A great poem.
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Love this … from the raven’s perspective.
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Lovely magpie. LIke the way you chose to speak through the raven, with all of that bird’s magical qualities. Thank you.
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Beautiful take on the prompt…
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I too like the Raven’s point of view…how imaginative! Excellent piece.
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Great take coming from the bird’s POV.
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great imagery,
grow feathers in the dark and
remove the bane, beautiful word choice and rhyming.
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I like the way you “voiced” the crow. A different perspective. Great magpie! Thank you.
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