Thursday, 23 December 2010

Rise and Fall by Martin Hodges

Grey, distorts the black
rise of mizzled crows.
Echoes, feathering in retreat.
Rebels with their caws.
Perched in the clinging damp
of a blind day.
Steeped in silence.

Do not disturb.
Their honeyed notes
are long lost to the fields.
Sunk in sullen soil, locked in flint.
Rasping remnants tear the surging
winter skies and pinch the heart.
Chaos, cast in black,
and robbed of a sweet song.

Martin Hodges, UK


Gordon Mason said...

Wonderful images. Particularly liked "black rise of mizzled crows".

my delayed reactions said...

Also liked the alliteration and confident rhythm :)

broken biro said...

Beautiful, bleak, strangely heart-wrenching.

Vicki Lane said...

Oh, yes, one of my favorites of Martin's!

Kathe W. said...

lyrical imagery...just lovely!

Teresa Ashby said...

Lovely, Martin - mizzled crows, sullen soil - you have such a way with words.

Nevine Sultan said...

Martin's words never fail to please. Another lovely poem!


Trellissimo said...

You paint an interesting picture...

jenevasjewels said...

Echoes, feathering in favorite line. Beautiful!

Tumblewords: said...

Exquisite sound and rythm. The imagery truly sings.

Andrea McBride said...

Beautiful sound. A poem I will want to read again and again.