A crow landed on the rail.

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A crow landed on the rail.

 

One for sorrow.

 

Swept down from the perimeter

mounted the metal siding off the road

and stood for a second on its perch.

 

Took a quick lick of his head

to spot the murder.

To move on.

 

It could have been less.

 

Id left the mess of people,

my head spinning with time spent

disconnected

fragile

futile

Looking at my watch

 

When the clock ticks a second more

It will be a good time to go.

 

The bird inked in

Like the splattering of drops

From a quill

The still minute

Of blackness.

 

Deeper than death.

Than of night.

 

My pupil clicked

A photograph

To etch the still

 

And in the split,  

The crack in the pavement,

The brittle line.

The divide between

your real and mine.

I lost myself in the absence of light.

In the slick covering

Of a second skin

A membrane

Of crude oil

And the exhaust smoke from the road

Kept it all in.

 

At the party of people

I skated straight round

the circles

formed with false laughter

Desperation.

Fluid,

I made my way for the door.

 

The second hand said I didn’t have to take any more

 

The crow,

he landed just to state

I am always welcome in the black.

 

On the stoop

Or on the gate

Beneath trees

 

For we are always one

 

And if im lonely

I hear you call

 

From the murder.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rachel Bond

Mon 18th May 2015 00:02

falling out with the crows...bad move.

thanks for your comments. that is the best stanza. it is good to be writing again.

might get chance for a read soon. i ve missed reading here. one week left of exams then yayyy. just got to be careful not to fall out with the crows. fall out with anybody else..but not the crows. x

i am always welcome in the black. you black, are always welcome to comment here :)

additional stanza

i had at once taken heroin
beneath trees
had come round
to be surrounded by the cold dead of dusk
and without realisation
i had taken that one wrong turn
into Addiction.
It is not as obvious at it seems
The dead of night
anytime.
It didn't strike until
a lot later.

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Rachel Bond

Sat 16th May 2015 16:52

thank you cynthia.

better to be a chicken than a duck (no one really gives a duck ;p)

haha nice to hear from you, your comments always appreciated x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 16th May 2015 13:19

A very good read with some intriguing ideas, demanding images and splendid diction - and it's fab to have you back.

Symbolism and 'mediums' are often hard to separate. I have willfully divorced my imagination in favour of my reason - in so far as that is possible - because I think I could be susceptible to very esoteric influences. I'm not sure how many 'personalities' I might have. There's no way I would take mind-altering drugs - way too chicken.

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Rachel Bond

Sat 16th May 2015 09:36

thank you both its good to post again its been a while...have been busy with art things but will hopefully have chance for more writing over the summer.

'Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent, crows are most often associated with a long history of fear and loathing. They are considered pests by farmers trying to protect their crops and seedlings. Many people fear them simply because of their black feathers, which are often associating them with death. But research demonstrated in A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.'

here the bird does represent death, oblivion. heroin.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 16th May 2015 09:03

Fantaz to see you back on Rach-and in shit 'ot form!
this is a WOW!-straight out of brillsville! stay glued- dude.xx

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Rose Casserley

Sat 16th May 2015 08:34

knockout!

Thank you.

Rose.x

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