My Poem ‘Corvus’

As black as the night-sky,
as intelligent as a mathematician,
as symbolic of life and death
as any bird that you will seeing flying in the sky,
the Crow is a bird that has always
gripped me with intrigue, awe, and fascination.

Crows have always been close by
when something life-changing and important
was just about to rise on the horizon;
there have been legends written and told
that tell of crows being messengers of life and the afterlife;
crows have featured in many supernatural stories
that walk a line of magic,
and tell tales of emissaries of hell and heaven;
if there we ever a bird that I would imagine
to be the perfect embodiment of night existing during the day,
it would have to be the crow, in every way –
even their black, pearl-like, eyes
are enough to elicit a shiver and a fright.

I often hear the caw of a crow;
I see a murder of crows almost every day;
I live very near to a forest of trees
in which crows roost and have a nest
on almost every branch of every tree,
and they have been there for longer than I know;
I have come face to face with a crow more than once,
and on more than one occasion it seemed to me
as if there was more to their fascination with me than I could ever say.

Crows are carriers of information;
crows are renowned in mythology as omens of gods and goddesses,
as tricksters, as reincarnated spirits,
who have unparalleled direction.
I believe there is more truth in a crows symbolism and significance
than legend or mythology could ever tell us.
In my bedroom, I have the most life-like
figure of a crow you will ever see,
and for some reason the sight of them
always gives me pause and focus;
and the name that I have given the crow perched on my bookshelf,
next to my Stephen King books,
is the same name as its genus –
the one and only ‘Corvus’.

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My Poem ‘Luna Fortuna’

The moon this morning is shimmering and golden,
the moon this morning is low in the sky
and almost touching the horizon;
the moon this morning was unlike anything I had ever seen,
the moon this morning was larger than I had ever seen it before,
and was the size of a planet –
as if I had woken up and the Earth now had its own
sandy-coloured and glistening twin.

The moon this morning took my breath away;
the moon this morning instantly inspired me in so many ways;
the moon this morning was an omen;
the moon this morning was gifting me a sign of the future,
a manifestation of luck, and to me every time I think about it
I am convinced that it was telling me my fortune.

The moon this morning,
the glowing globe that shone briefly like a second sun,
was like something out of a dream;
the moon this morning that made my heart race and my imagination run,
I embraced every second that I saw it,
on this clear winter morning,
in the first week of the year, of 2015.

I could have stopped and stared at the moon this morning for hours,
even days, without my attention drifting;
however, its appearance, and its personification, in my life
left my sight in no time at all –
but not before I made a wish, and I received in return
and in reply an instant message and blessing:
I believe that the ancient and eternal goddess Fortuna
was present this morning in the form of the moon,
and I believe that the goddess of fate was looking down
on the world and on us all, to give us her favour and grace,
and her approval, and to make real our dreams,
and set us forth on the path of our destined and fated fortune.