Friday, December 15, 2017

Friday 55 December 15 2017

Another Friday swings us around to the writing table where 55 words make up a meal. This time of year I always find complicated; the social pressures, the meretricious and constant blare of exploitative advertisement, and various reefs and shoals of real life often combine to annul the festive, let alone that anticipatory sense of joy the holidays once may have brought to us as children. Nevertheless, it is a rich time, and I hope we can bring some of its fruits to our Friday cornucopia.

The rules remain the same--no rules, except to write 55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less, and link in the comments below between Friday and Sunday. Many thanks to Galen Hayes for making this meme the pleasure it is, and a holiday toast to absent friends, in his honor.




The spirits here are not in a particularly seasonal mood...




 The Crow Shaman




The crow-shaman
knows the bones,
knows the fighting dance
where flesh is sweetest;

how to open secret doors
to rich warm ruby
meals beneath tough skin;

how something small, something shiny
can be stolen and made magic
even without hands.

Each death, each face,
each twilight rise
beneath his night-wide wings
he owns forever.




~December 2017












 Factoid: Crows remember and recognize individual human faces.


 Image via internet, author unknown.  Fair use.

22 comments:

  1. I always greet the crows out my front door. They'll own me soon enough.

    I wonder what net neutering will mean for the blogosphere. If this is it, well, it's been good knowin' ya.

    Have a kick ass weekend. Maybe the Okies can do what Bama did....

    here's my ordinary pen...

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    1. Far from mundane, even if ordinary...I too await the New Net Normal--if it involves much additional cash expenditure, I'm afraid I will not be around much.AFA Okies electing a dem, we've been known to do it--we had a split legislature and a two-term dem governor before this latest disaster, and we went for Bernie in the primaries. I like to feel there's hope.

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  2. How are we to love this darkest season if we are not willing to sing in its key? And who else better to show us than this crow shaman, this crone older than stone, whose mind is of a winter beyond all human winters? Pluck out Santy's eyeballs and roll 'em down the ice; to this rough magic I say Amen and Omen.

    https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2017/12/15/rapture-after-the-space-age/

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    1. There truly is a lot to love in the dark...it's just a bit harder to find, and lurks in the ribcages of unlikely things. Thanks, B, and may the rolling bones(and eyeballs) turn you up a cool Yule.

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  3. He knows... and he is wonder made real because of it. He doesn't try to be something he is not, but finds pleasure in what life offers him and even make it into more. I suspect that he understand that some of his habits, wants, appetites don't leave everyone feel cheery and chirpy, but he still makes magic... he still feeds the hollow spaces under his wings with what is always his. I like that. A lot.

    And here is my bit:
    http://magalyguerrero.com/fibs-make-horrible-holiday-gifts/.


    P.S. I think my Drusilla might know your Crow-Shamam, lol.

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    1. I think Drusilla and brother Crow ould definitely rock the shaman game. Thanks so much for your reading of this, which is generous and accurate, both. I hope your weekend is as kickass in concept and execution as your Camp(Cute,Creepy and conveniently, Remote.)

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  4. A formidable piece, Hedge. Cool and cruel at the same time. I wish I had this vision.

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    1. Thank you Kerry. There are many visions these days--to each his own.

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  5. This appeals to my dark sensibilities - finding precious mysteries in dark places. It is a blessing to be able to do so, especially when there are no shortage of dark spaces in the world.

    Here's my scribbling: http://kestrilsrhythmsandgroove.blogspot.com/2017/12/invitation.html

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it Rommy, as I enjoyed yours--like the original G-man, who always wrote short stories, I like to see the prosier 55's(I know it was a haibun, but that is sort of prose-poetry, to my uneducated ear, anyway.)

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  6. Ruby meals...eeee! Your crow-shaman is not to be trifled with, clearly, and does not sound like one to be enticed with some stupid 10% off sale at Home Depot. Also, I quite admire his topper; nothing completes an omnivorous bird's look like a good hat.

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    1. You should have seen his candy-cane cane, which I erased. The hat I could tolerate, but then Cat Angel had to show hers off and deflate my fashionable pretensions.

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  7. i get all tongue-tied around you fluid poets, but here's a tiny bit of fruit from me for the Friday cornucopia.
    https://inordinarylanguage.blogspot.com/2017/12/i-lend-me-your-tongue-your-teeth-this.html

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  8. here is my work of towering genius.

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2017/12/cat-angel.html

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    1. Nothing but the best in this one--loved it, and as I always feel with yours, Galen would have too--thanks for really remembering him with me.

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  9. This is brilliant, love how you wrought out this chilling dude from that image, the blood and death makes me think I should check that I have locked the doors against the night...

    Here is my 55.

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    1. Thanks, Bjorn. Always a great pleasure to see you here and to see what you have done with 55 words. God Jul.

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  10. https://kanzensakura.wordpress.com/2017/12/15/muttering-birds/ Here is my first posting amongst you wonders...

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    1. So glad you participated! You made me laugh out loud, but beyond that, you wrote a very solid 55. Thanks for playing.

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  11. I love the crow shaman with his night wide wings. Tofino is full of crows and ravens.......

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    1. Thank you Sherry. They are everywhere, I think--a very adaptive and intelligent species. Hope you are enjoying your new-old home and your holidays are filled with love.

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  12. Thanks to all who participated. the 55 is closed for the weekend, but feel free to come by next week.

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