The Crow


A poem by GK Thomas

 

The following poem was sent in to us from a reader. It’s titled The Crow, by GK Thomas. Despair, arrowheads, ploughed meadows, smoke in the air, and an ancient bird. We know where this poem takes us. See where it takes you. From the Whiteout Press poetry section.

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The Crow

By G.K. Thomas

 

I hear your repeated syllable

of loneliness and despair

come across this ploughed meadow

as I search for arrowheads.

Ancient bird,

watching from your pine perch,

remembering

the campfires

of those who brought us here

and their prayers

that went up like smoke in the wind

leaving only some stone intentions

to survive.

 

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