A Tree Full of Crows

Day 5 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem that feels like a hangover from Halloween. This poem has stuck in my mind since I wrote it not least because ‘The Tree Full of Crows’ is a real place that I drive past most days…

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Www.CourtneyCarmody.com/ The Sleeping Giant via photopin(license)

There’s a tree full of crows,
A heartbreak full of souls,
A sinking ship
Out there on my horizon
Lit up by an eclipse
Beneath a threatening sky.

A stormbringer judgement
Like a stranger in the shadows
Hovering over this field full of bones.
And a strangeness is brewing inside of me
Coming to welcome me home.

It’s an omen of stark justice
Walking in the shadows
A looming revenger
Waiting with open arms for me.

A salt-water creek
In a dry dying land
Offering nothing but bitterness to me.
A sadness, of bad karma
The sins of the past
Waiting in this darkness of knives
At the threshold of this barren home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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