Raven

© Franz Kiline Figure eight, 1952

On wings of mo(u)rning
she flew in from infinity
turning circles of eight
in a restless sky.
Rays of hope filtered through
her feathered rustlings
but,
there is no escape
when destiny calls.

The soul awaited
aware
it was soon to be their time
No-one saw the raven arrive
except the one for whom she came.

With a swift downward rush
she swooped below to where
the soul was reaching up to greet.

Gathered all around the bed
emotional… people cried
The spiritual raven’s wings enfolded
as the soul gave out one final gasp
then, smiled
Its light now free at last
and for those that remained was the

‘why’

~*~

© Daydreamertoo          *All rights reserved

*For some reason the painting reminded me of a black bird’s feathers, either a crow, raven, or some such. It also made me think of feathers we see laying on the ground and wonder how they come to be there. Also, in some cultures how they are seen as ill omens and symbols of death arriving. I wanted to write about that but, not in a sad way because (to some) death can be a happy release too. So, I wanted to show the bird as a good thing, not bad.

Shared with Magpie Tales #127 Abstract Art of Franz Kiline Figure eight, 1952
Poets United Pantry #107

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

28 thoughts on “Raven”

  1. Great stuff, DD2 , when ever i see a Raven or Crow i know i have arrived at a point where the veil is thin, and i am about to experience some sort of coincidence or brush with the underworld, maybe a situation. Cheers

  2. Death can be an angel of mercy and I think you’ve captured that well here.

    I’m envious of how you thought to coupled infinity with a visual of the raven’s decent in figure eights. Brilliant.

  3. Gathered all around the bed
    emotional… people cried
    The spiritual raven’s wings enfolded
    as the soul gave out one final gasp

    Very dramatic and very real depiction of the dying minutes (pun intended) of a person. Great write Bren!

    Hank

  4. Love to think of the dying one being ready to reach to the Raven–a lovely sight in her eyes–and also lovely itself: “On wings of mo(u)rning
    she flew in from infinity
    turning circles of eight
    in a restless sky.”
    Restless. Waiting for rest. Getting it. So Beautiful. I wouldn’t mind that ease of entry myself. The people need to let her go–reminds me of the death in “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

  5. I love the graceful elegance you have given to the Raven’s arrival and to the departure of the soul. The timing is always too soon. Thank you for sharing this lovely imagery, Bren.

  6. This is a spectacular poem, kiddo! So love the image of the raven coming, then the person’s release. You definitely accomplished making the raven’s visit a good thing.

    In Irish culture, hearing the sound of wings in the house meant a death was coming…….my mom told me one morning she woke up and the sound of bird wings followed her down the hall. She thought it meant my grandpa was dying. Turns out that morning someone burst into the office where she worked and shot her fellow worker.

  7. Such a beautiful poem. I liked the line … there is no escape / when destiny calls. I often wish there was. Well done.

  8. I like how the passage of life is greeted happily, for indeed, it is only those of us that remain behind that wonder hopelessly or fear its coming. I like that the image includes a raven and it’s ability to soar high into the sky, above this world into another reality.

  9. where the soul waited to greet…cool thought that i hope when my time comes i meet death with as much grace…death can be a happy release…def a fresh take on this bren….enjoyed…

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