Caw Caw said the Crow
flapping his wings
his shadow sketched upon the snow
Caw Caw spoke he bravely:
a warriors song no mortal knows
Caw Caw said he to the sun:
guide me, sister, safely along
Caw Caw said the valiant soul
flapping his wings
stirring 'round dead'nd leaves
spoiled beneath the withered cedar
Caw Caw said the Crow
making wind as he goes
a nod to Ted Hughes? a very relaxing piece, Amberlee. I particularly liked the fourth verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm, Dickenson comes to mind. this is certainly the more playful pieces of your work. a light poem with just a slight underscore of the melancholy. nicely done. Jake