Crow Pecks At B***h

Man is flawed.

His dead soul replete of shade.

The physical, a Brechtian outsider -

Spits, talks to audience naked

But for bloody ankles,

Keeps saying, move on, move on.

 

Many souls soar, rare grey doves.

Each rare grey dove

Its wings clipped, eyes ruthless, knows no peace.

A flight of melancholy.

 

I know it is me, me in black sky, a shudder of lives -

A murder of cries. Crow disguised as dove, pecks at b***h.

Reviews

[icaros13]

Incredible. (enter applause here) Let's all take a moment of silence for the reference to Bertolt Brecht... I can't decide which stanza is my favorite because all three are equally stunning. I love the image of restless souls in the form of doves with wings clipped. "Crow disguised as dove, pecks at b***h". That has to be one of my all time favorite lines. I'm a sucker for anything with Crows. (my favorite bird) Once again, you have proven yourself a master.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you icaros!
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[Rosalind Gale]

PS - I meant to say, the Brechtian reference is a throw-back to my younger days as an aspiring actress!! -xxx-

[Eve]

This was the first poem I read of yours on here so even though I may have been that b***h the crow was pecking at, lol, I still love this poem. oxoxox hope you are well , missing you.

[sienikeha]

wonderful!

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you!
-x-

[Ruth]

Sensational piece! I really enjoyed this :)
The whole poem holds tension, darkness and light, suffocation, release, wisdom, lament and purged gathered anxiety....superb, really liked!
xoxo

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Poppy -
-x-

[Ruth]

Most welcome xoxo

[writing mojo]

the main line of this poem is perfect, a love letter to all those birds of a feather that flew to low to be swooped into the cause of being human nature left out alone... good stuff

[Bodhi]

"Many souls soar, rare grey doves.
Each rare grey dove
Its wings clipped, eyes ruthless, knows no peace.
A flight of melancholy."
(Great! ♥)

[Michael X]

wow, the reader can't help but be overcome by the artistic nature and
depth of the image, it is breathtaking, to capture the flight for sorrow

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Michael -
-xx-

[Kayla]

You have such talent. This is brilliant.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Kayla!

[Mickey Hilts]

another brilliant and enigmatic piece, as icaros says, applause for the Brechtian inclusion, you make things sound so lyrical and moving and at the same time sinister and questionable.A great great write with an amazing final stanza

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks!
-x-

[Corset]

Nice, this is a brilliant write, it's intelligent and dark, I love it!

[Kristallo]

"His dead soul replete of shade" -- Love it! There is so much cleverly worded ambiguity throughout this exquisitely talented piece. The middle stanza is alarmingly profound, not so much because of the awesome visuals but for the understanding beneath. So many souls, like birds (interesting that you chose the color gray) unsettled and forlorn, engaged in an isolated and fruitless "flight of melancholy." It is a perplexing and mystifying thought, isn't it? Ghosts, un-peaced; always wandering this space between life and existence... and your final stanza is incredible, also. 'Me in black sky, a shudder of lives- a murder of cries.' Fantastic line! You glorify the soot of my soul in this one. Amazing write!

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much Kris -
-xx-