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On Raven’s Wings

August 10, 2012

On Raven’s Wings

Cradling love rosaries on mountain’s crest
Feeling cold white light wrap around her
Full moon rises over riverbeds; cows
Put down their lips to rust-dry troughs

Between frogs, fallen leaves — deep pines
Solitary loon cries once, fades in mist
Dragonfly ripples through reeds
Tawny-throated nightingale sings

A soulful romance, fanning clouds
Quiet rain spreads in her garden
Plum eyes rise in entranced surprise
On raven’s wing she’s lifted high,

Singing with a woman’s sound
Her mouth unveils a silken bridge
Towards starry voices, a silver shawl
Waving backwards on a scarlet road

She follows the autumn wind
Where thoughts, tight as tangled silk
Lash themselves in warm vermillion
Against the dying light

Selena Howard © 2012

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Julie Catherine permalink
    August 10, 2012 12:34 am

    Selena, this is a gorgeous, uplifting poem, and I absolutely LOVE, LOVE it. There is a magical quality here that makes us soar with her, on the raven’s wings … such a soft, ethereal feeling this gives me. Beautiful poem, you should be so proud of this awesome work. Outstanding! ~ Much love, Julie ♥

  2. August 14, 2012 10:32 am

    Thank you so much Julie. This was a joy to write

  3. December 9, 2012 6:19 pm

    According to the Tribes in the Pacific Northwest and Alaska Raven made the world. Poems about ravens are therefore poems about sacred beings. What you have done here, Selena, is wrap the mythic nature of ravens into the soaring of an equally mythical woman. Language flows with the beauty of Raven’s ethos:
    Singing with a woman’s sound
    Her mouth unveils a silken bridge
    Towards starry voices, a silver shawl
    Waving backwards on a scarlet road
    Inside her flight the womanraven finds a universe that is not the normal universe, but one of silken bridges and silver shawls and starry voices.
    She follows the autumn wind
    Where thoughts, tight as tangled silk
    Lash themselves in warm vermillion
    Against the dying light.
    She follows the autumn wind, the late wind, the wind bringing winter, where thoughts “Lash themselves in warm vermillion/Against the dying light,” and the deep mythos of the woman with raven wings sings the remembrance of spirit spring into the coming cold world.

  4. December 10, 2012 1:40 am

    Thomas as always I treasure your comments,they make me feel like I’m being handed The Nobel peace Prize . You put such depth of understanding in them. You never fail to get the heart and spirit with which a piece was written and your comment on this piece shows me you have an understanding of the deepest meanings of this poem.That makes my heart sing with joy . Thank you so much

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