Wind Drop of Crows

October 01, 2015

Roraima ~ Carlos Garcia/Reuters

A voice travels as far as

the clutter it leaves

in the womb of pristine.

Conquest is a spiked brag

scarring the mountain face

while ancient spirits grieve.

Sacred has no value in silver coins

so greed steals the wind to drop

crows into the gods’ eyes.

In the cavern between earth

and where stars die prayers climb

incense curls to plead for solitude’s return.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Process Notes: Hannah over at Real Toads introduced us to the beautiful Mount Roraima, Venezuela/Brazil/Guyana. I did a little research and found where tourists are damaging the ecosystem of the mountain.

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Comments

Maude Lynn said…

This is really beautiful, Susie.

October 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM

Hannah said…

Oh, dear...I dislike greatly that the tourists are causing damage. :(

I love this, " greed steals the wind to drop/crows into the gods’ eyes."

Poignant.

Thank you so much for joining, Susie.

October 1, 2015 at 5:42 PM

Sherry Blue Sky said…

Susie, your writing is stellar....breathtaking. I resonated with the same lines as Hannah.....truly beautiful work. The human footprint is too heavy - everywhere.

October 1, 2015 at 10:23 PM

brudberg said…

The thought that you can conquest a mountain, with a language that make me think of rape is excellent here.. Though it I guess it is small damage compared to what a mining company could do..

October 2, 2015 at 3:47 AM

Gillena Cox said…

"Conquest is a spiked brag "
luv this line immensely, yes; very naturally there is the pride of footsteps, yet humility can succeed greed and ravages

much love...

October 2, 2015 at 7:03 AM

Isadora Gruye said…

Fantastic work of setting a tone of reflection in this work. Your word choice here is top notch and not a word loose or unneeded. Well done and viva la

October 3, 2015 at 11:54 AM