Nice word portrait Arthur. good stuff.
Cheers,
Frank
>Rooks
>
>East of the bone
>-white church in high elms,
>a racket of rooks
>swirls around thorny nests
>bunched like knots
>in top branches.
>Black as funereal crepe,
>they rise, gale-gallant,
>vault and tumble
>down streets of air,
>harsh against a rain
>-bleached light;
>beaked and fractious
>as the taunts of madness.
The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
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