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Monday, September 26, 2011

Raven's Rain


A phoenix drowned in
raven's rain.  Ashes dirty
the water.  Still, I

drink, breathe the soot soaked 
air, and wait to be split wide
by dark feathered wings.

22 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

"...wait to be split wide"...oh yeah...

Fireblossom said...

Just a dark cocoon before you spread your gorgeous wings and fly away?

I stole that from Joni Mitchell, but if anyone I know is harboring secret dark feathers it would be you, Ms. Poet.

Kathy B. said...

A grand jolt in that final line.

Brian Miller said...

split wide bythe emergingbird within...nice vivid imagery MZ

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

A drowned phoenix is certainly a starling image, considering that the phoenix is supposed to rise from the ashes and live again!

Can you see a phoenix here or here?

Unknown said...

Twas amazing from start to finish absolutely fascinating write, thanks for the read

Ed Pilolla said...

wings that split. you are a special writer.

hedgewitch said...

Very elegant and also dynamic.

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

Good take on the prompt...

JJRod'z

Maggie said...

Fabulous write. Powerful ending, indeed. : )

waysidewordgarden said...

Wonderful imagery.

Cathy Feaster said...

your haiku(s) are terrific! Great imagery with this one, almost like you're morphing into a bird...

Reka Sang said...

Enjoyed these...but aren't phoenixes supposed to rise from the ashes new...your idea of split wings too is appealing.

Kathie Brown said...

Love the passion and drama of this!

Traci B said...

Wow, Mama Zen! Fantastic tale spun with words and image. That last line packs quite a punch. :)

Helen said...

Everything works here ... everything!

Anonymous said...

This is quite powerful!

Chronicles of Illusions said...

so darkly fascinating

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

beautiful.



;)

Mystic_Mom said...

Wonderfully done!

Margaret said...

"dark feathered wings" is SO fun to say. !! Very nice.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Brilliant stuff!

Anna :o]

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