Raven

by Marianne Daniels

Tuesday 13th May 2014 12:37 pm

Above, the tiles slip

heat from a working noon -

invisible rising

of the giddy eye

to where he stands, oil dripping

in curious colours

more colour when touched

than seen,

above legend

and cosmos

in every morsel, scrap, empty logo

tossed from passing cars

and the navy scurry

of office legs,

to pinned folk lore

drawn garish, cartoonish

where yolk runs from eyes

in lacunary rivers

the heliotrope

in the fire clouds

and the terrible bird.

◄ Blueberries

Death ►

Comments

Marianne Louise Daniels

Wed 4th Jun 2014 11:35

Thank you for trying Graham, it is much appreciated x

Graham Sherwood

Wed 21st May 2014 10:33

I read this over and over again and think it's a half and half piece for my personal understanding. I think I'm getting it and then I'm lost again. You know what I think of your work. you're one of the best poets on here, but I do find it hard to stay connected. I must try harder.

Graham

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 14th May 2014 11:25

Your innate skill for unusual associations and outstanding imagery continues, ever, it seems, more polished than the last poem. 'the navy scurry of office legs' and 'pinned folklore' are corkers. And the sound quality throughout is really breathtaking. As is the sustained mood, highlighted by the precise use of 'terrible', in 'the terrible bird'.

As 'biro' was about six years ago,'lacuna' is one of those 'in' words these days. Your usage is challenging.

I can see why commas were integral.

Marianne Louise Daniels

Tue 13th May 2014 12:21

thank you!