We drive here
leading our wake -
a billowing procession
of brassy dust -
to where the ground
is ravaged and
the hapless skeletons
of broken trees
lie in sombre rows -
such open carnage.
A murder of crows rise
at least two hundred strong
all tips - wings, beaks & claws
It's Poseidon's shadow -
this black wave -
their numbers rise
in tidal ark
to a surviving tree
which stands strong
and forgiving
in this graveyard of fellows.
The Crows
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Out of the Cave 
Such imagery here! The graveyard of tree skeletons – amazing!
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strong imagery; love that phrase: ‘a murder of crows’; wonder how it was acquired?
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I don’t know. “a parliament of owls” is good too.
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yes, that’s another good one 🙂
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I love that line re Poseidon’s shadow and the black wave.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Bleak and beautiful, you know how to paint a picture with words that’s for sure! And by funny coincidence, I reached these (wonderful) lines:
“It’s Poseidon’s shadow –
this black wave –
their numbers rise
in tidal ark
to a surviving tree”
…only to realise the song I am listening to is titled ‘In the Wake of Poseidon’! Ah the universe and her little jokes. Great stuff!
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