Lavender
Lavender
Jan 31, 2023

Judges

I heard the crows
while walking today.
They cried from high trees,
perched like watchmen
sending out a call to arms,
warning of some unforeseen
mischief, an omen, perhaps,
for another day.
I stopped to listen,
watched as they flew from
one branch to another,
voices rising,
their black robes worn
like high court judges,
keen eyes on the world below,
allowing me to pass
as I considered their
abrupt, discerning
silence.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser

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Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

You've made me rethink the image of my crows on the back fence, I'll now see their black robes sitting in judgement.

This is a very clever write. I can't find one thing I'd change.

Brava

Hugs Jayne x

Lavender

Crows are so spiritual and intellectual - so mysterious. They were cawing wildly, and then when I passed by, they just stopped. A bit eerie.
Thank you for reading, my friend!
L

RoseBlack

Normally they sit on the telephone wire looking down. I used to watch them while swimming at my parents and they always seemed to be watching what I was doing. Now I will wonder what they are there thinking. A clever...enjoyable write. Well done.

Lavender

I know you love birds, too. Crows just seem to be so independent and wise. I don't think they answer to anyone but themselves. I just love them, and I hope they kinda like me back.
Thank you for reading! I always appreciate your comments!
L

C

Very accurate picture. I never thought about it much but now that I have read the poem it, I have seen this scene many many times!

C

Very accurate picture. I never thought about it much but now that I have read the poem it, I have seen this scene many many times!

Lavender

The more I witness these amazing birds, the more I love them! A bit of magic in our own backyards!
Thank you for reading,
L

lovedly

like black bats or blacker cats
far distant Saturn doesn't know
what is white
what sblack
so they are all here
one night's judge
LAV