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When Crows Come Close Honest harbinger, though eyes like a hawk, approach always announced Satiny blackness, sideways gaze, scrutiny studied but a bit askance Did you derelict some duty to be my Promethian visitor something Olympian at my door Warning me of evil, of another's close embrace of harm in store Or steadly my cloak to ride in night the day To show some some dawn to an older way |
Additional Notes:
This is a yearning to return to a past where so many wrong paths had not yet been taken...before the crows all die (metaphorically, euphemistically, allegorically, figuratively...ad infinitum.) JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-02-03 10:12:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
JCH, where I live there is an out of control crow population. If there is one thing I have learned it is the brutality, community, and intellect those birds have. You kill one (and I have) and the others mark you for life and mourn the loss-
of course this has nothing to do with your verse other than the choice of -harbinger- immediately brought to life for me the clouds of crow that choke the life out of other birds and humans.
Curios –Promethean- not so much the –Olympian- but the struggle thrust upon, and the need to overcome. Alone the perils associated with Prometheus are sufficient to fill the metaphor for the entire piece. Always one of my favorite myths.
You end the piece –dawn to an older way- which, dispensing of the evil, and I can only assume the good associated, once again the concept of retrospective wisdom assails us for good and for bad-
Now the crows; they become aggressive and LOUD as a cloud when things don’t go their way. I guess, knowing what I know of crows- it makes your title ever more an indice of the assessments that life retains. At your door? Olympian, indeed.
L10-steadly- -steadily-