Sunday, March 16, 2008

Crow In Love

Crow In Love

A crow flew
Three feathers fell
One to the wind
One to the earth
And one straight down into hell

The trees turned to ice
Then into sand
The crow couldn't look
The crow couldn't breathe
The crow couldn't find where to land

This is the country of love, said the other birds
Make three chicks from the feathers that fall
One heart of ice
One heart of sand
And your favorite, with no heart at all

A crow flew
Her loneliness turned her black
Her wings turned to stone
So she couldn't fly on
And god knows, she couldn't go back.


real said...


Love it Shay... and the layout looks pretty grand too!! And now there is a spot where I can come and read your lovely poetry without having to search too hard!!

Weel done, and PLEASE PLEASE put all your gems on here!

Huge hugs


Crafty Green Poet said...

sounds like a myth, very nice

Fireblossom said...

Thanks for stopping by, C! Yes, I intend to post all my best ones here. Thank you for your kind words.

Crafty Green Poet, thank you for stopping to read and to comment. I have always loved fairy tales and fables, and in fact I collect volumes of fairy tales. So, it isn't surprising at all that I create my own from time to time.

Mama Zen said...

Very cool! I didn't know that the crow was your totem.

flipside records said...

This makes me think of a split personality/dissociative disorder ... a coping mechanism for dealing with pain, past and present.

I love this:
"Three feathers fell
One to the wind
One to the earth
And one straight down into hell"

And the next part about the trees turning to ice and then to sand.

So if this bird-girl couldn't fly and couldn't go back to earth, then I suppose she dropped down to hell ... or at least, a suffering that felt like hell.