Blackbird Blues

artwork image by Jinny Nieviadomy.

Blackbird Blues

“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.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub