Raven’s cry is more or less likely to be believed;
until its cursive plumage is mere murmurs of rawness
against the cloudless sky—
a little to the left,
tell me, how many aspects of the game are you willing
to throw shade upon?
Like dark fury that seeks to cross paths with coyotes,
I stake claim at the center,
I love that eloquence is twirling on its heels at my side—
deny me safety, deny me dwelling,
it’s quite clear as to where we are headed;
a couple more moves,
shoulder to shoulder,
as onlookers watch and then egotism too was gone.
Process note: I was thrilled after watching the Queen’s Gambit
on Netflix a few days ago, so much so that I decided to portray a chess move called “The Sicilian Defense,” in a poem. It’s an excellent defensive opening by black in a game of chess. I chose to use a raven both as metaphor and representation.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez Painting, Pinterest
Skylover Wordlist: Dwelling, aspect, eyes, raven, denies, below, shade, less, eloquent, cloudless 💝
Ravens bring things to people. We’re like that. It’s our nature.
We don’t like it. — Peter S. Beagle, A Fine and Private Place
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