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. Awake! rouse yourselves! heads removed from covering wing. Come now, to this small city dwelling. Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields, majestic

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Death Announced Her Arrival

This one was written for a friend, an old lady, who called me late one night requesting a ride to a hospital. For a number of practical reasons, I could not help her. Her sons absolved me as easily as they absolved themselves. I see her so clearly in my mind, sitting outside her huge empty house, waiting for me

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Bubble

                image: google pics  Bubble has always been a subject of curiosity, daintily airborne, rising gracefully!   Donning a rainbow cape, the bubble rises higher, Clinging onto thin film, its dreams aspire. To reach the skies, its heart is set on fire, Stays buoyed up in the air by trapped in desire. Eyes looking

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