I see the crows in your paintings
(church steeple crowded, fruit-core born)
and I want to collect them all.
I want a shadow of crows, a silent blanket fort of crows like I used to have when I was younger and didn’t yet understand that black is the blend of colors.
(which makes the rook the most colorful bird of all)
Once I have all of the crows, I will weave them into a cape, drape hood over head, crook one arm, and pretend I am the cousin of death (his father’s side), come riding on a palfrey of patched white, whooping and hollering all the way down.
I really loved this.
Especially: Once I have all of the crows, I will weave them into a cape, drape hood over head, crook one arm, and pretend I am the cousin of death (his father’s side), come riding on a palfrey of patched white, whooping and hollering all the way down.
Ah, sublime.
Alley M.