From towering gables to lofty pines
congregated murders capture our collapse,
cawing a cacophony.
Black lustered feathers blink blue
between barren deciduous branches.
They watch us.
And they wait.
Brenda Warren 2020
Like a crow without wings,
I fall toward syllables
exploring the dark
searching for light
recording caws climbing up from cracks in my soul.
Brenda Warren 2016
The first line of this poem is adapted from a line in Linda Hogan’s poem “Skin.” Her line is “like crows without wings.” For our final poem of April, Elizabeth suggested that we write a piece to anchor our work this month.
A big thank you to Elizabeth, whose suggestions have driven and inspired a large number of my poems this month. She created the badge below to honor our achievement… 30 poems in 30 days! Caw! Caw! Caw!
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
I’m preparing my house for one to two weeks of only me.
Limbo Land
as opposed to LaLa Land
on its way to Ohio.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
We scavenge all our shit
with story
threading knotted connections
tangling strength.
Brenda Warren 2015
The angel in the box lies in wait.
Sound’s empty waves obscure the face of her moon,
as turbulence flutters through her feathers
in a space simple and compact
like Earth’s confined clay.
She imagines the snatches of humanity
who imprisoned her, immobile and apart,
locked inside this simple angel trap.
Oh, how she longs for music,
like a junkie with a fix,
a mix of minor-stringed No Crows, some harp,
and a little folk in her range to help cover time.
The angel prays that the blundering pair who trapped her here
will lift the lid before her wings lose their luster
and there is no need for her balm.
Brenda Warren 2013
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