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Crow sat above fields of corn
A black knight of local kin
surveyed his kingdom all alone
bereft of crowish, larking din
I sat and watched his bi-valved form
.
Crow dipped his head to spy a thing
cornfed cricket, or fieldmouse husk
carriage bent with beaded eye
feathers mussed by a sailing gust
that caught his mizzen-masted wing
.
I smiled to see his Fagin rags
tatty head and spoiler beak
He turned, caught me, laughed aloud
at glasses, lost, and ego piqued
The crowing was a plastic bag
.
(idiot)
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33 comments:
funny thing i just got an alert that you commented on my blog! If you are looking for these kind crows, there are lots where i live, the trees are full of them!
And yeah, it happens to all of us, this one time i thought the bloody thing was a dove...heh
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Word ver : dajxwgbs talk about security!
Oh spooky!
Slightly better than jumping on a stranger's back and yelling
'guess who?' in their ear. Yes I did.
Ah, I once knew the man who was employed to put plastic bags in trees ...
Nice job - gets you out in the open air etc and quite creative too.
I was wondering where the rubbish was going to get into it. Why would someone put plastic bags in trees Debi? I'm glad the bag inspired you Minx, but it makes me sad when I see bags in trees.
Nice job minx. There's a blue one caught in a tree out our back for ages now. I keep wondering how tatty it will have to get before it slips its moorings and sets sail to another island...
Debi, do you want to explain this?
I have eliminated plastic bags from my life - very liberating. There is something very sad about a bag in a tree, especially when it isn't a crow!
Note to self - get eyes tested again....
This made me smile Minx.
Have you ever seen the movie Forest Gump? The entire script was written by a fella that saw a plastic bag floating on a breeze.
It would have made me smile as well, Roberta, if I'd made it
One of my favourite bag scenes is the 'dancing bag' in American Beauty. One of my worst bag scenes was finding a fox that had starved to death trapped in bag.
I don't usually see bags in trees around here, maybe it is an English thing.
I was chased by a plastic bag once, several years ago, on a boardwalk at the shore. Wherever I went it followed, had me running around in circles. My son laughed and laughed at the sight of it chasing me. Whenever we see a bag in the wind, he chuckles and mentions it.
They are encouraging us to buy cloth bags, and reuse at grocery instead of plastic, it is hard to remember to bring the bags, but I hope in time we will switch over. Have you really managed to do this?
I often spot things that don't turn out to be what I thought they were.
ver- svvhuvu (one must have on one's glasses for that one) oh and I got it wrong, ugh a third time, give us some easy ones! (a w or two vs)
Yes, you're right, Taff, English bags are better at climbing trees.
A lot of people are doing the bring-yer-own-bag thing. Some of the styles are quite inventive (I have a number of bags-in-a-ball) - I just keep them in the car. Supermarkets give you grocery points for being a good citizen and have amnesty boxes for any rogue plastic ones that you may be hoarding.
I like this idea. I just wish some companies would rethink their packaging now - so much wastage.
Doncha love blogging? Poor eyesight to save the planet in 9 comments.
I like crows...
I know.
Rubbish? Oh, as in that rubbish! Nice words Minxy. Now, there's a new writing project up at The Shameless Lions Writing Circle site. Please check it out and I hope you can take part and promote it. Also, check out the "latest news" section.
Cheers, Seamus.
Hi Minxie
How little I know about wildlife! Thank you.
xxx
Pants
I wondered when you'd be back crackin' the whip, Seamus. On me way.....
It appears I don't know very much either, Pants. Let's keep it to ourselves.
oh minx - how did you know I needed a laugh ??? though honestly? i was so caught up in the crow and his mischievous ways --- that i completely missed the baggy ending the first time around.
yes, go ahead and comment on baggy endings ....
it's called the divorce diet ...
now where are my darn glasses ????
Minx - you are an impressive lady - lovely new pix - you make a fetching Audrey.
I'm scared of that eye, nearly as much as I am of you! Great poem, enjoyed it...
Your baggy ending is probably sat on them, Dirty Girl.
You should be scared of Mr Nothings eye, but me? I am a piece of fluff, a kitten's underbelly and I cry all the way through soppy films. Better now?
Btw, I think everyone should get a movie-alike avatar - but who would you be, I wonder?
Most poets can only weave illusion,
Minx can cause and unravel confusion
Listening for birds
Overlooking the herds
And finding inorganic intrusion
Bravo
Ha! I love that, G&G, clever and cool, though not quite as cool as your yoni poem!
Bravo, right back to you.
I still can't figure out how to get my avitar on my replies. Jeeez. It suites me so.
Cute "rubbish", Minx. Who could write it better than you? :-)
Will mail you later with my feeble knowledge, Roberta.
Vesper, I know of many who could write this better than me but then, they would have to admit to being such a dipstick!
you've got me thinking now Minx, hmm...
Smiling over here, too. Like it plenty, Minx.
okay minxy,
i chose an avatar - julianne moore as a 40's silver screen siren ....
i like the glamour of the time period; i like her quirkiness, odd choice of films (she's an independent thinker); and her masterful performance as a 50's suburban housewife who runs away from her family in The Hours ...
Thank you, Mellifluously Dark.
Whoo hoo, look at you, you sexy dirty red thing! Good choice. I wonder what the psychiatrists would say about our choices (think I should have been Daffy Duck).
From a distance the white ones look like Snowy Owls...which is a nice idea!
Muts, from a distance I could probably make one look like Brad Pitt. Nice idea
Wonderfully set and described piece. Crows are the poets of the bird world, or at least the town criers.
I don't know about Merkan crows, Colleen, but English crows are usually a pain in the ass. Noisy, thieving, bunch of fishwives, I hate them almost as much as gulls.
Good enough for a poem though!
I like this very much.
You inspired Jon to write a very dark one, I think.
Love 'dipped his head to spy' I saw him do it in my mind.
Thanks! Well done.
Scarlett & V.
Oh I saw one today, at least I think I did (so we do have them in America), saw a great blackish thing in a tree blowing in wind, as I drove by, and thought of you.
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