Paul Brookes of the Wombwell Rainbow is hosting a special January ekphrastic challenge. Today is Day 1. Thank you, Paul.
My poem today responds to Kerfe Roig’s image, “Acquainted with the night close.” I realize it’s probably not a crow in the painting.
Crow soars through the brume, the leaden sky
awash with whirling dreams, spindrift from the sea of night,
and shiny-bright, he gathers them.
No trickster, he, but seer
of what might be in time with chance, he caws
a warning, laughs in love—there’s so much to be done—
in the rustling of ancient winds, he breathes
a break in darkness, drops omens in oceans
and hopes on moonbeams,
watches the stars. His eyes reflect their gleam.