Thursday, April 18, 2013

30 poems in 30 days: 18

Time to try it.

Ghazal

Travel to the last room of the mind -- find a raven
waiting on a bony ledge.  The soul is a raven.

I like to bury my hand in my dog's fur: hot silk,
black and sleek, gleaming like the wet wing of a raven.

In China and Japan, the black bird feeds its parents.
To find land, Noah sent a silent eye, a raven.

If I ride a motorcycle, it will be throaty
black, growling hot between my thighs, fly like a raven.

An ambulance wails across the bridge. The sky burns gray.
Tight buds coat the trees.  At the top of one -- a raven.

MacDiarmid is the Campbell clan, and means "crooked mouth."
Laurie bends laurels, twists leaves into atomic ravens.

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Damn, that was hard.   Took me for flipping ever.






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