Monday, December 20, 2021

The Crow-Mother

 

 
The Crow-Mother
 (a triquain)
 
 
As a child
I knew a crow-woman.
She loved shiny things, breathy south wind
and tall corn, green in the field of desire. She
wore onyx feathers grieving the time
when she had real words, not
just for me, 
but for everyone. She
was friend to doves unable to mourn,
a lover of small clouds which could never give rain,
a mother of all misplaced things: keys
coins and rings, strings, lost girls
life passed by.



December 2021















posted for Fireblossom
















Note: the triquain is a counted syllable form based on threes. It normally consists of seven lines, each line increasing in syllables by three to twelve, then decreasing again by three to the close. This is a triquain swirl, which is slightly different in containing 13 lines. (3 - 6 - 9 - 12 - 9 - 6 - 3 - 6 - 9 - 12 - 9 - 6 - 3).
 
 
Images: Crow Prince Charming, © Rene Magritte   Fair Use
Crow woman cosplay, via Sunday Muse   Fair Use 

5 comments:

  1. I love this. As you surely know, crows do "gift" special people little shiny trinkets if those people feed them or help them in some way. I identify quite a bit with this crow-mother. I always have a special place in my heart for the smallest, the quietest, the injured and the ignored. Skittles could tell you about it.

    I am so grateful that you did three poems, one for each of the images in my prompt, Joy. I especially love the forms. It's been a pleasure to read the poems, and learn about how they were put together. xox

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  2. How wonderful! "She was friend to doves unable to mourn." Such a beautiful poem. I love your crow woman.

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  3. This is a new favorite for me Joy! There is so much depth and it speaks of loss in such a way that the reader gets a glimpse they could not have had otherwise. To top it all off it is a triquain!!! Breathtaking!

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  4. i get this. love all of these images
    "wore onyx feathers grieving the time
    when she had real words, not
    just for me,
    but for everyone."
    love how the syllable count worked out so that the word "She" breaks before the next line, the pause has real impact, relly lets "she" stand out. enjoyed this very much joy

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  5. Adopted by this crow-mother, how skillfully one learns to wing the wrongs! In trinquain no less. Really nicely crafted Hedge, with its punches subtle but sure.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats