crows this blizzard night

[monkey boy]

Into the gale's teeth
snow specks and ice spittle,
across night's ocean
along death's river
they row, wings as oars
turn them up, turn them
into sails and they sail,
tails black rudders tacking
peeling away from the
knife's edge, life's edge,
tiny ruby heart hammering.

[Poeticpiers]

vividly expressed great imagery provides a visual

[monkey boy]

thanks, Ivor - who wants to be a crow in the winter time? :)
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[LitSalsa]

monkey boy, I love this one.
You've simply nailed it again.

[monkey boy]

Thanks, LitSalsa, for reading and commenting!
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[Michael]

mb, there are a lot of people at this site who can say a whole lot with extreme brevity. “crows this blizzard night” goes most of them one further. Not only do you paint a wonderful picture with the imagery that Ivor wrote of, but you’ve done it all in one sentence! Now that’s talent!

I love the word play throughout. And, for whatever reason, I’m especially drawn to the internal rhyme in the tenth line.

Fine writing, mb.

[monkey boy]

thank you, Michael - much appreciated.
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[ompholos]

the explosive "sp" words in the
second line do wonders
in establishing the harshness
of the storm. You feel the ice
and snow in these words blowing
in your face.

[Anitha Varma]

Brilliant picturisation. Transported me to the scene. Especially the second line. enjoyed a lot.
Regards, Anitha.

[monkey boy]

Originally posted by ompholos
the explosive "sp" words in the
second line do wonders
in establishing the harshness
of the storm. You feel the ice
and snow in these words blowing
in your face.

thanks omph, for your comments. I believe I am ready to write about warmer weathers that do not spit things at you.
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[monkey boy]

Originally posted by Anitha Varma
Brilliant picturisation. Transported me to the scene. Especially the second line. enjoyed a lot.
Regards, Anitha. Thanks Anitha, for reading and for your comments!
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[Isaac]

Great word economy,
the motion in this one makes it great.
As Pound say's "Language atrophes when it moves farthest from dance"

[monkey boy]

Thanks Isaac - Pound said that? I'll have to remember that one.

Thanks Grey, much appreciated.

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[Mary Ann]

Monkey Boy,

I noticed the crows, this morning, before the storm blew in, and was wondering where they go, and what they experience during a storm.
I like your description very much.

[monkey boy]

thank you Mary Ann. I've noticed on numerous occasions a flock
of crows perched in a tree, all facing into a subzero gale wind
and cawing their fool ebon heads off. and me wondering at the
significance of it all.

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[narayanan]

Thanks for this dense imagist poem.

[monkey boy]

thanks narayanan, and welcome to the AC!
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[AlienPoet]

Shortly terrific.

[monkey boy]

thanks, D!
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