artwork image by Jinny Nieviadomy.
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night--take these
broken wings & learn to fly.”--the Beatles.
Winter froze the moonlight into knotted braids
of pale rope that swirled in the icy blasts,
oscillating their shadows, so it appeared
that the landscape had become a piano
keyboard & a laughing lunar invisible pianist
plunked out a wind waltz, creating a woodwind
musicale out of the dancing black & white keys.
On this night, the leaden skies of ebon evening
turned into red weeping blood, a startling
stigmata, throbbing with some unknown despair
as a solitary raven swooped through the sticky
thermals, its feathers growing heavy with steaming
plasmaic mist, only being clearly seen as it
winged sadly past the moon, on the hunt, predator
not trickster, cawing in its mina bird tones:
“All is madness--dystopia has descended upon us
& stupidity was the worst virus we endured last year.”
Blackbird flying in
darkness with lunatic grace--
searching for the truth.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub