Dark Wings

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Starless, endless night.
Dreams of thickets filled with crows;
morning shines black jewels.

Paisley etched headaches
scarred by tree dreamed slashes;
shadow shards define day.

New percussive beats,
metal clanks between heartbeats;
ragged breaths paint fears.

Dark stillness pervades.
A portentous quiet crawls.
Time runs down the trees.

Horrors stick to buildings;
the crossroads speak travesties.
The earth remembers.

Injustice rustles
sheets of anonymity,
shreds to expose them.

As gloom-filled sorrows
weep, blithe memories of light
stream through forest boughs.

Day breaks like eggshells.
Blue jays shatter silent leaves;
clouds re-ink rainbows.

Crows now fly away,
I begin to breathe once more.
Fog lifts; we emerge.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 7.30.2015. All Rights Reserved

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27 thoughts on “Dark Wings

  1. Such a hellish feverish nightmare poetic; my goodness. It out-Poes Poe. I really enjoyed it though it scared me a bit. I liked the lines /Day breaks like eggshells/blue jays shatter silent leaves/clouds re-ink rainbows/. Magnificent word smithing.

  2. Sinister sound to this. Some very original images that really do sound like they’ve been taken straight out of a nightmare or the subconscious:
    Paisley etched headaches
    scarred by tree dreamed slashes;
    shadow shards define day.

  3. Lots of fearsome words and images, I could feel them, Gay! I especially felt this passage:

    Horrors stick to buildings;
    the crossroads speak travesties.
    The earth remembers.

  4. I like the ending turn from shadows & gloom-filled sorrow, to finally emerging ~ Really like the sharp verses here:

    Day breaks like eggshells.
    Blue jays shatter silent leaves;
    clouds re-ink rainbows.

    Hey Gay, can you please email me as I have something to ask you. Thanks ~

  5. Poe did it with ravens, you have done it with crows. A dark poem, but still emerging from the deep night, the nightmares. Those nightmares often seem akin to this. And when one awakens, they still seem to cling. Most excellent write with incredible images. Superb.

  6. A wise man once tells me the brain goes
    wacky when it thinks there is no escape
    as Catch 22 comes.. oh to master
    that device.. of human
    being.. is to
    live free..
    with or without
    the permission of others..
    but an escape comes first..
    most often before free can even
    be possible.. for wings that must
    earn their way to free humanity..:)

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