Poetry
The Rook of Love
Free Verse
Through my mind’s half light he peered feathers straggled across avian wings fine boned and phantom fanned flapping in the dream caged state of wisdom his black boot button eyes pre-eminent: Apache Tears of river weeping obsidian for the dispossessed.
He stared unflinchingly stubborn as if with an ability to read my thoughts his cadaverous beak perfectly parted as if about to elevate his tongue and speak.
Nothing but the quiet deafening darkness his hedonistic parliament in robes of judgement flown their clamour unheard upon the soporific sheets of destiny: insidious machinations shrugged into oblivion the Zealot contemplating his predilections under the crib.
And as he tripped the layers of dreaming the rook crooked his head and on a kaah was gone wings willowing a breeze across my invisible face the blue green of his black back bequeathing a calm meditation of peace.
Sally A Mortemore 2021
Thank you so much for reading 🙏
With many thank yous to J.D. Harms and the Scrittura team for giving my corvid an aviary of creativity.
Just a quick note on the music I choose to accompany my poems. I try to find pieces which compliment, or add another dimension in an effort to create a form of performance. The actor in me will never completely lie down however hard I try. I hope you enjoy 💕
