Grief is a Crow

Matt

He’s the spirit of the greyest days
When he’s not perched on the mound
To watch the body go underground
Light glinting in his trickster eyes
He’s the jester of the skies
Sometimes, he is grief
Spiralling from the clouds
Hearts beating with the beat of his wings
Heavy is the black cloak and gown
Something sweeping us
From bare remembrance
To make us look up at the stars
While we bear our reverence
He’ll make us laugh in spite of our severence
Catwalking down the runway
With chic elegance
Feathers softening the senselessness
Grief is a crow
And crow is benevolence.

6 thoughts on “Grief is a Crow”

  1. lifelessons's avatar lifelessons May 26, 2025 / 12:39 am

    This is an amazing poem that takes the “given” words off in unexpected directions. I got more out of it at every reading. Well done.

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    • Matt's avatar Matt May 26, 2025 / 8:39 am

      Thanks! I struggled with this week’s words so it’s good to hear someone appreciated it, as I was doubting myself. I tried to use all the words given but just couldn’t make it work.

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      • lifelessons's avatar lifelessons May 26, 2025 / 12:56 pm

        As I said, it took me three reads to really “get” your poem, but when I did, I loved it. Unique. Good for you. It wasn’t important if you didn’t use all the words. The ones you used brought you to this.

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      • Matt's avatar Matt May 26, 2025 / 2:27 pm

        Thanks!

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