Rewarding with a Reblog

via Daily Prompt: Fact

Word count = 695 / Reading time = 3 minutes plus however much time you spend at Candy’s linked Blog!

As I’ve mentioned in several recent posts, one of the things I love about WordPress is its power to inspire.  It’s been quite a while since I wrote a serious new poem.  As I was scrolling through my feed today, I came across a post from my friend Candy Lebby, who blogs at Fantastical Murmurs.  Her brief, simple post, two haiku about crows by the deceased English poet Ted Hughes, inspired me in several ways.

I visited my awesome Nashville Public Library’s Web site to see what works of Hughes’s are available, so I can read some more of his work.  I remarked to Candy how much I’ve always enjoyed crows and the ways they’re represented in literature.  I recalled two of my all-time favorite poems, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”, of course, but also Stephen Dobyns’ “Six Poems on Moving”.  And finally, I was inspired to write my own poem about a crow.

Now, I have to admit, it’s difficult to write while sitting in court; it can be quite chaotic.  And although I often enjoy long periods of inactivity, they are punctuated by the frequent demand for several different types of distracting action on my part.  Although my poem is a touch rough and ragged, I’m pretty damned proud of it considering the time frame and the circumstances of its writing.  I hope y’all will let me know what you think of it in the comments.

Following my poem is a reblog of Candy’s post with a link to her delightful blog.  Please spare her a few views as soon as you finish reading and commenting.   Thank you, Candy!

The Crow

Grown weary of merely watching,

from the comfort of my covered deck,

the furtive scheming and solemn antics

of a murder of somber crows careeening

from tree to skeletal tree,

 

I determined to lure one in,

if I could, to keep as my very own pet.

The plan, devised around research revealing that

crows bear grudges and recognize human faces,

required time, patience, persistence, and food.

 

If they can bear a grudge, thought I, surely they must

also be capable of good will and attachment.

I ventured down from my lofty perch,

scattered generous handfuls of seed along

the border of their wood, retreated,

 

but only a little, then daily repeated, retreating

less each time, watched closely for signs,

of which ones might be warming, won over

by me beneficence, willing to suffer

my further encroachment.

 

They cawed amongst themselves without surcease,

a symphony of rough sawblades at work,

saying things like, I imagined, “This guy’s alright,” or

“I don’t trust him,” and “My, he sure is handsome!”

as they all grew fat and lustrous.

 

On a chill and rainy day, I swear one, set apart by

his notched beak and a particular glint

to his gaze, as frigid water sluiced

down the gutter of his beak-scar, and

he sidled closer, hopping, eyeing me,

 

said, “I am so damn ready to bust outta this woody prison!

No crow here gets me, I don’t fit in,”

he lamented, pecking seed from my palm with

more vigor than usual, raising his wings,

and I knew he was The One.

 

He walked up my arm, perched on my shoulder,

proceeded to preen my windblown, rainsoaked

curls with gentle beaky tugs and his tough, blue tongue.

Slowly at first but with growing assurance, I

turned, walked, mounted stairs, paused on my porch.

 

I could not welcome him into my home unchristened,

so with thoughts of his fabled distant cousin,

the raven, in fact, so aptly named by my

long-departed poetic hero Mr. Poe, I asked,

“How do you feel about the name Nepenthe,

 

noble crow, since I anticipate your presence

will bring me peace?”  He lifted midnight wings,

fluffed iridescent feathers, raised his princely head,

and cawed, magnificent, “Forevermore!”

So in we went.

Again, please let me know what you think, whether you like it, love it, or hate it, in the comments below.

And now the long-awaited reblog that inspired my poem:

Crows caw, piercing shriek

Flocks of black darken the sky

Congregation roosts

Please read the rest of Candy Lebby’s post at Fantastical Murmurs!

 

 

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21 thoughts on “Rewarding with a Reblog

  1. Your fine poem reminds of two things.

    One, Baxter hates crows. (For those that do not know Baxter is my cat, who I share with my girlfriend of thirty plus years)

    Two, another cat memory. This involved an all grey cat named Thunder. Somehow or other he developed a deep seated fear of me and would run under the bed when I came over. This was before I spent most of my time at my girlfriend’s. At first I would just get him used to my presence, lying on the floor beside the bed. After a while I would leave him some of his dry food under the bed. Eventually, I got him to approach me while I was still beside the bed after I put the food under the bed closer and closer to me. Soon enough after this he no longer ran from me when I came over. And, finally he became the best of buddies.

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  2. I admire anyone that can write a poem; I particularly liked yours. Here is my the only decent poem I have written.

    “What did you learn today, my son?’
    “I learned five things and remembered none.”
    “And what five things did you forget?”
    “That dust is dry, and water’s wet.
    “The moon is cold, the sun is hot–
    “There’s one more thing, but I forgot.”

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  3. Crows creep me out!! I always have premonition that a crow will attach me. They often follow me or stare at me, or fly towards me. Once a crow brushed against my head while flying. I swear I have never done anything to hurt a crow! But I have this eerie feeling that they hate me. Now I want to write about this too!

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  4. I liked your poem overall, but I have one question, since you asked for constructive criticism: is the spacing supposed to mean something, or is it simply to make the poem appear more “poetic”? I don’t mean to sound negative, because it was really quite an interesting and fun piece, but the line breaks and indents seemed random to me, and occasionally I felt the flow was interrupted by an ill-timed line break (though of course at other times the line breaks worked exceedingly well). I’m not a master poet, but I do love poetry and write a little bit myself, so please take what I say with a grain of salt. And of course, feel free to ignore what I have to say entirely! It’s most important that you are comfortable and happy with the final result of your poem.

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    1. Thank you so much for your honest thoughts,Nikki! Both the staggered spacing and some of the more jarring line breaks are meant to complement the poem’s offbeat, almost absurd feel. This is just my first draft. I’ll let it simmer for a while then review with an eye to revision keeping in mind what thoughtful critiques, like yours, have to offer.

      Thanks again. I will check your blog out this evening or tomorrow.

      Take care, be well, and happy blogging,

      Denny

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  5. This is so great! I love crow stories. I’ve never befriended one, but I’ve always wanted to. Had some friends that took in a baby, raised it, and it lived in the trees outside their house. I was recognized by a murder of them after I helped them open a McDonald’s pie someone had left laying in a parking lot. After that it was like they acknowledged me each time I walked by them. Such fascinating creatures. And a perfect name, of course!

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