Crows

Crows

A disheartening of crows
gathered in winter fields.

Naked trees 
from disused rail road tracks,

dark stains
on white linen.

In trust we are led
through this stark terrain,

senses soaked
in sparse liquor,

a hungry air tasting our flesh,

a murmuring 
of hardened, thirsting 
soil.

They rise, wheeling,
across the sky,

black flecks of mortality
in widening whites of eyes.





©AndrewJamesMurray

Corvids

Corvids

A clamour of crows,
raucous and riotous
in their autumn fraternity.

Light-golden bathed,
arbitrating
beneath the season’s
bowered crown.

A dirt road winds
through the 
foilaged banks.

A single jackdaw
dines on a
roadkill banquet,
fading
upon the forest edge.

Melting into sundown.

And from the depths:
the screaming,
spectral, jays.


©AJM

The Winter 2016 Showcase is now published

Crows. Here is a selection of poems by poets from all over the world. Hopefully a good omen for 2016, I have a couple of things in it. Some good stuff here.

the zen space

crows6And it’s all about crows! Now there’s a surprise, after all that’s been said, eh?

Find your way by hovering your pointer over ‘Experience’ and scrolling down, or click here.

Most of all, enjoy – and Happy New Year!

Marie Marshall
editor
the zen space

PS. Due to technical reasons I have had to omit several contributions, and I would like to apologise for that. In particular I have to apologise to regular contributor Tyler Pruett.

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