Like this Arthur!
But I'm not sure about such poeticisms as "gale-gallant" and (even)
funereal. The words sound too special - particularly when you're creating
such good imagery with more ordinary words (used in extraordinary ways)...
I'm enjoying wondering about "rain-/bleached light" because it's such an
original and startling image! (and, in the way the poem's constructed, the
dash, "-", echoes the "bone/-white" at the start is neat!).
>From: Arthur <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: new sub: Rooks
>Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2002 19:48:13 -0000
>
>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.
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