THE CROW ANTHOLOGY

I have a first floor office that looks out over a town crossroads where there are some tall trees standing in a public house garden.  For the last two years I have been watching the crows build their nests and go about their daily lives.  They have characters and I started this anthology just as one poem about a solitary crow.  From that one poem a whole story has emerged.  In fact it still emerging and I think that this tale is very likely to become an epic. 


A corvine soap opera no less!
Look in every now and then for the next installment. 


DEDICATION
This is dedicated to my long suffering family who all have to sit through the readings to establish whether or not it reads well or read it through themselves.  Their comments and criticisms (and they do!) are very much appreciated.  Without them I would not write as I do.  So Samantha, Rebecca, Caroline and Pauline I write and decidcate this anthology to you .

AS THE CROW FLIES

With corvine wings spread the seraph flew
Through darkened and damp woods.
        No light! 
                No sight!
Just a ferric resolve
Channelling the search for answers
Veiled in earthly recesses.

Oh to see the Sun!
Sweet Inti smile upon this bold raven.
Send your southern winds to lift and lighten;
To blow beneath the black silk as she soars.
Give light to sightless eyes
Give warmth where glacier winds blow
Give comfort to sodden wings
By your warm whispers at dawn
And fill this futuristic vacuous container
With your radiance.

Oh to lay on the Earth!
Dear Pachamama kiss your wanton child.
Wrap your comforting creations around
A tired and lonesome crow of the night
Surround weary wings by celestial servants
Who bathe calloused feet
Who nurture lost souls.
Build a nest in the high altitude of the Moon
And light the way with a multitude of stars
Reaching down to this world.

Oh to find the Great Oak!
Mighty Lugus lead this wayward magpie;
Bring back into the fold of known gods,
Removing the need to chase stolen baubles.
Paint pictures of dazzling colours
For weary eyes to feast on
For momentary salvation
Before an ultimate transmigration
And give courage to travel uncharted waters
Towards your wisdom.

Sleeping angel awake to the night
No longer slave to carrion or hooded corvidae
You are the white of a swan
The gold of an eagle

© Annie McLean 07.07.00

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Part 2: The Craven Raven
Part 3: The Crow, She Went A Courting

Part 4: The Pine Forest

Part 5: The Dance Of Death

Part 6: Forward Once More

Part : The Prophecies (coming soon)

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