Ancient grains of hope, stories survive
within the hollow bones of crows.
Legends splinter, escaping through cracks
as caws collapse against night.
Did you hear that?
Shhhhhhh…
Old crows caw history’s quilt, stitching stars to clay
somewhere between marrow and loft
where hearts crawl open
echoing grains of hope.
Brenda Warren 2015
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Thanks, Annell! I’ve been revisiting old work this week, and it’s nice to know others visit from time to time. It’s good to be writing again.
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this is amazing!
; ))
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Thank you for reading my words. So glad you like this.
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I’m glad you have come home to us! I liked the words!
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Oh I loved what you did! So beautiful, crow’s quilt. You know, they say, they remember our faces….they know us. Just as we watch them, they watch us.
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“…history’s quilt…”! Brenda, what a dramatic photo and compelling poem. Welcome back!
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Gorgeous images, Brenda. This stanza is perfection:
“Old crows caw history’s quilt, stitching stars to clay
somewhere between marrow and loft
where hearts crawl open
echoing grains of hope.”
So delighted you are doing The Whirl again!
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nice! I’m glad I write mine before I read the others, ours are quite similar in terms of repetition. the words felt much like they were a chant that kept repeating in my head.
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I love the level of repetition in your piece. Thanks for coming to read mine, and sharing your thoughts. We’ll keep whirling through words, and your work this week helped me remember the mesmerizing quality of repetition.
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Brenda, this is stunning. I love the imagery of stitching history’s quilt–in fact the entire last stanza, no, the entire poem. I’ve been absent due to a wrist injury and this wordle was such a help to me to get the engines revved up again. Thank you
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Your comment is so kind, Victoria. Thank you. I’m glad the words provided you with inspiration. Words have their way with us, don’t they?!
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Oh Welcome back, bringer of words on black wings, cinders in the sky!
I love this wordle, your poem is full of imagery. The clay and the stars stitched somewhere between marrow and loft. Brilliant.
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Thank you so much, Veronica. I’m glad to be writing with you again.
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Love the image of the splintered legends followed by the hushed question. Crows seem to have a dual energy that may be good or may be bad.
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I agree, Gemma. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Crows are a symbol of higher law (that which flows beyond the rules of man). I love how your word choice and imagery show that so clearly. This was a fun list of words and I am so glad you are back. One day’s ride doesn’t sound bad at all. I would be pleased to offer you dinner and some Amaretto Slush. There’s some left over from the move but it won’t last long. I have a glass almost every evening, lol.
Elizabeth
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❤ So good to see you here, Elizabeth. Thanks for stopping by to read my work, comment with your deep wisdom, and offer me Amaretto Slush. It will be awhile until I'm ready for that road trip. We have too many pans in the fire right now. But one of these days I'll get an urge for going, and we'll make some plans. Woo hoo! An opportunity awaits us.
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Ah, another excellent crow poem. Love that last stanza.
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Thanks Cathy. I love to throw a crow in the mix. It’s fun to see it lands in everybody’s work.
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“somewhere between marrow and loft” – oh yes!!
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Thanks, Teri! It’s good to see you. 🙂
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Love those mysterious old crows. And welcome back!
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I love crows, as well. They aren’t visiting our Ohio home yet, but I’m sure they will turn up when the corn stalks start producing!
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I like the way the grains tie everything together in this ode to crows.
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What a fitting call to word once more – so many beautiful images and sounds it’s hard to separate them – like a quilt if you unpick the squares you lose the beauty of the whole…thank you for bringing back the Whirl
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Thank you, Jae. Quilt was the word that stumped me. I toyed with it until it stitched this piece together.
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Quilts can do that? 😉
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Oh yes- quilts are amazing like that. Welcome back.
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How I loved “Old crows caw history’s quilt, stitching stars to clay” as though the natural world get their stories from that black storyteller.
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Thanks, OE. Crows are smart birds, it wouldn’t surprise me if they carry our history.
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