Calling in the Crows

Written years ago on my relocation to the city from the sanctuary of my country retreat in Aberdeenshire and missing my crows.


Hear my voice in your cold dark dawn
frosty branches and purple streaked sky.
rouse yourselves!
heads removed from covering wing.

Come now, to this small city dwelling.

Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields,
majestic architecture and city churches.
Let me hear your noisy ponderings
as to the reason for your summons
in adjacent bleak trees,
devoid now of foliage,
trusting in seasons.

Sloping down to the river
flowing always flowing…
Like life,
no matter what the day
has brought.

En-masse, your precious black bodies
reminiscent of *Armadale
talk to me beyond words,
beyond worlds….
Become a covert shield,
A dark place of re-connection;

Come now with comfort
and tales of new tomorrows on your beaks;
Petitioned from the steel horizon
by one who loves to hear your stories.

Cover me in blue black feathers,
share your beating hearts with me.
Shelter me
among your squawking chaos.

Peck me
to life.

Alison Stormwolf, 2011

*Armadale Name of the cottage.

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Wow! That’s a strong piece, Alison. Very enjoyable read. Thank you.
Coincidentally I read something this morning – elsewhere on the interweb – about them having determined that Crows can evaluate their own thoughts; something previously thought unique to humans. Spooky!
Allen x


the crows

according to a woman I met online here she was searching for her comrade soulmate and she thought that perhaps it was me, according to her when the souls that are destined to fight together meet a transmutation takes place, they become crows and as crows they guard the world.

weird lady and I thought I was weird
tee hee

so your poem reminded me of her theory, the crows can revive.


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in her opinion everything happens in the astral realm and that’s what becoming a crow means, dunno what else she had in mind, because she was too austere even for me, and I prefer oppositesexual lovebirds instead. hope I made you smile! xx


Powerful stuff, Alison. Great imagery. Not sure about ‘Peck me to life’ at the end.
Nice to reconnect. I will get around to posting eventually. Cheers. Tony.

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