sticky beaked crow
raucous over winter berries,
as i ran on frosted ground
grass unlikely to bend
silvered instead of green,
clouds would shake
their snow soon
blanketing and forming
a soft landscape for me
in snow,
i was protected
the chill and damp
reddened eyes and nose,
sticky beaked crow
a shadow on the ground
lengthening under a low sun,
my shadow would be longer
one day,
for now i was content
to lay upon my back
feeling spread of arms and legs
as i be came an angel
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velvetmedia 
distinctive and lovely poem; calmly illustrating life’s illusions
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Thanks Eddie and all the best
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Hi Clawfish. Thank yoy for liking ‘ The Ageing Prison!’ Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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all the best
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Love ‘sticky-beaked crow’
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Hiya Chris,
strangely haunting, your poem today.
BTW: line 7: there/their ?
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Thanks for liking and spotting the error has been corrected, hope all is well
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I only noticed this because it is a switch I make many times. Contamination from pronunciation seems to get more prevalent in my writing these days.
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you very much
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I enjoyed this very much. I really loved the snow imagery, and the angel ending. I might say I think it would read better if it were single spaced. (If you’re having trouble with that on the blog the way to achieve it is to press shift+enter at the end of the lines rather than just pressing the enter key. Of course you may prefer the double spacing but on my computer it’s rather hard to take in how the words interact running down the page.)
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thank for that tip i was not aware and use it from now on, and thanks for liking the poem 🙂
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Love the thoghts of the snow angels.. and the picture and metaphors on shadow’s length… Lovely
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Thanks Bjorn glad you looked in
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As I read this I see ravens eating late season crab apples, and the frost has the grass silvered. What a perfect poem to read while looking out my window this morning! I love it.
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Yes i have a lot of Ravens Crows and Magpies about this year as well
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smiles….nice on the transformation to the angel there in the end….snow is so magical as well…i remember as a child being so excited, knowing i would be out of school and be able to play all day…
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snow always has that effect even now as it happens so rarely i get excited, guess i have not grown up yet 🙂
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Lovely evocation of winter – which is not here yet, thank God!
“clouds would shake there snow soon” ?s/b their?
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Thank you and i corrected it is these 4 am writing sessions i have
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What a lovely childhood memory. Snow angels are magical. Smiles 🙂
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I did try to capture that magic thank you
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Just happened to check back…just in case. And I’m so glad I did. A truly lovely poem that, I believe appeals to both children and adults. We have that frozen grass but nothing to make snow angels in yet. You might want to link this to Open Link Night so more can enjoy…just saying. It’s too good to go unnoticed by the pub crawlers. :0)
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Thanks Victoria i will do and thank you again 🙂
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ah, and the cold, white season shall return, at times dark and merciless. lovely poem )
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