Poetry

Friday, 12 June 2026

Black Crow

 Down from a chimney the young crow fell

Down, down into hell

Trapped he thought no more to tell

But then

He heard 

The guitar knell

Ringing like a fire bell

To the rescue here I am

I dug up through the old ash pile

Dead ash tree

Burning flash free

Twigs and mortar fell around

But not a sight of Crow I found

Then a little voice called out

Here I am


Sometimes a bird falls in the land

Will of Odin's none can fathom

Was he real or was he a phantom

Then I had a bird in my hand


Cheap, cheap

It's all so cheap

You thought it was 

The Grim reaper's reap

But from ashes to ashes

No more The phoenix crow

Rose proud


Evil bird

They said

But that was all in my head 

Your nest wasn't the best

I'm gonna help you out of this

I'm gonna clear out all

The twigs and rubbish

You were so Young

So far yet to fly

How could I let you die

Flew out the window

Tried to get out

But it was shut


Black crow

I want to help you

Black crow

Black crow


There was bird in the fireplace

He had eyes that were black as the coal

pierced my soul

I thought 

through and through


You were just the babies

They said you were Cro man

Crow man

Cro-Magnon man

In a sphagnum moss land



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