we used to look for paradise
in dead rivers
and red of the sky
sometimes our rhythm
were like fictitious
sounds;
sometimes our songs
were just sparrows
of the wingless
earth.
I never could figure out
the crows, though--
remember
how we painted them
on tactless kites?
we lost them; sacrificed them to Aurora
with time
our nights
neared our minds’ eyes
and our voices became birds.
Author notes
esha.
prompt:
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for girls,
Four for boys,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
to never be told.
- Crow nursery
Guideline: Don’t join two separate words with a hyphen. Min 15 lines.
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This is awesome - you really do blow me away.
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I always adore you, Esha. It seems as though your writing has tuned itself and become more refined. I look forward to reading some of your back- log now.
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I like the metaphor of the line about the crows. Great work!
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I've missed you...
lovely.
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