Snow on her sable wings,
she flies in grey November
over the crooked road from the west,
the land beyond shadows,
to that field now harvested
for battle carrion.
She flutters,
then descends to him.
Author notes
After his short, valourous life, a battlefield raven confirms the death of the great
Irish hero Cuchulainn.
A contest entry
- Such is Life by just mercedes.
4000 points, ended December 3, 2008, 37 entries
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I like the celtic legend coming to Ned, from 'the land beyond shadows'. I hope it was so. Thank you for this entry.
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what an interesting and fasinating take on the prompt, it's short but has so much to say! wow! best of luck in the contest
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great imagery...I love the land beyond shadows line. Excellent writing.
Rory
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Nice work! I wonder if a raven sat outside of Melbourne gaol while Ned was being hanged. Well done!
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Must have been, Ned was a descendant of the old hero. Except maybe it was a kookaburra outside the gaol. What do you reckon?
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