Sunday, October 31, 2010

Poe’s Messenger

Obsidian shadows twisting,
 turning against the soft blue sky,
in the corn silk gleam of the noon day sun.
Elegance in motion, gracefully they float together;
a soft convergence, a secret mid flight kiss,
between raven winged lovers.

I watch Poe’s deadly messenger;
head bobbing, wings extended in display,
cautiously stalking his achromatic seductress.
A peck, jump, he squawks loves sweet serenade,
She turns and looks….

then flies away.

1 comment:

  1. I like this one a lot! Creates a vivid image in my mind...I really connected with the poem.

    Can't wait to see what you come up with next :)