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.
I like this one a lot! Creates a vivid image in my mind...I really connected with the poem.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see what you come up with next :)