Minims and crotchets
Of hungry black crows
On shorn autumn fields.
Rewriting the music of the season
As they rise and swoop and fall.
(c) Anne McMaster 2016
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Minims and crotchets
Of hungry black crows
On shorn autumn fields.
Rewriting the music of the season
As they rise and swoop and fall.
(c) Anne McMaster 2016
Thought provoking
Thank you!
I love the imagery of the poem…esp rewriting the music of the season…Yes, they all have different music…love this metaphor and imagery.
Ingrid – I am so delighted you enjoyed this! I was driving past a field which had recently been harvested for barley and the crows were swooping and flying over the rough surface of the field. It was one of those ideas which just fell into my head ready-made and I wanted to keep the image in my mind for the marathon to see if I could work with it!