Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Still-Life Ballad for a Crow by Jay Coral

on a barbed wire
your steady eyes
i pity
not putting you
next to a rose
on a snowy day
your black sheen
rejoicing in Titian red.

Immaculate white
the crow wonders
why winter
is a delicate harvest
the guts
not as black
as the heart
the reekness
of no reds

Jay Coral, Los Angeles, USA


Gordon Mason said...

This poem I really enjoyed - the extremes of the colours, and the inner thoughts of the humble crow.

russian girls said...

This is really cool.