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Thursday, April 20, 2017

One Crow Wing From Discovery


I measured each bruise by six feet,
hell by each bone snap of my ribs.
Satin sheet midnight feeds the sky secrets,
and I am one crow wing from discovery.

I keep waiting for the sun, keep watching the trees.
Limbs are waiting for judges…I’m waiting for reprieve.

There’s no love in a fist, no heart in a blow.
Those crows have heard my sorrow.
Those crows have seen my pain.

He kept saying, “You get what you deserve.”
It didn’t matter how many red lights lined the driveway
or how much paper filled a file. Daddy’s money
sparkled green. Daddy’s money paid for lies.

Now I’m counting hours until crow light,
waiting for murder to fill the trees.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

#NaPoWriMo2017



16 comments :

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh.. my .. freaking.. lord! This is absolutely bewitching, Susie!❤️ Especially this; "There’s no love in a fist, no heart in a blow.Those crows have heard my sorrow.Those crows have seen my pain" took my breath away!❤️

rhymeswithbug.com said...

Wow! This is powerful.

teapartiesonneptune said...

Ah! I love this!!

said...

Outstanding.

razzamadazzle said...

Wow. Intense.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"I am one crow wing from discovery" is so perfect you need write nothing else.....yet you did and it is magnificent, the crows knowing your sorrow, then that powerful ending. Wowzers!

paulscribbles said...

Deep and tmospheric writing.

De said...

This is stunning, Susie. Simply stunning.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

OMG!!! Publish, publish!

Jim said...

Written in such good form. But oh so sad, troubling, it has be hell to have to live this.
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Martin Kloess said...

Great play with our imagination Poe would be proud of you.

Fireblossom said...

Fierce. And Lindi Ortega! I adore her. I've got this song!

grapeling said...

whew. that's some waiting, there, in the trees ~

blueoran said...

This is deeply ominous and prayerfully true.

Kerry O'Connor said...

A painful account of brutality. You kept the secret an undercurrent and let the crows do their work very well.

Marian said...

Wow, wow. This suggests a wait for rescue, but we know she can and will save herself.

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