DARK ART
The wind blows wild as Rooks explode
In buffeted delight.
Spreading their wings into the squall
In roistering, reckless flight.
Their swirling tangled dance of joy
Proclaims a mastery
Of three dimensional excess
And death to Gravity.
Comments
Hi Barrie - hope you are well. This was nominated as an outstanding poem for the month of November. Please could you be so good as to tag it with WOLOP.nov so that people can read it as part of a group. To do that you just have to go into edit on this poem add the tag at the bottom and then press update
Hi Barry,
Loved this literary sleight-of -pen. Conjured up a rewarding image in very few well-chosen words.
Regards,
A.E.
Thanks friends. Very harrassed right now. I'll try to remember to reciprocate when calm.
Short but extremely sweet. Beautifully wrtten!
Cate xx
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barrie singleton
Mon 7th Dec 2009 23:26
Thanks Isobel. I hope I did it right - I can't tell - not very bright. Thanks to whoever does nominating.