Monday, 18 April 2011

A poem from ten prompt-words

- one of Kell's poem prompts: see her blog:  (triumphs, decade, darker, problem, godlike, break/staff, so-called, bound, crow, mark, were the words, the poem title being a nod to the title of the book from page 29 of which the words were selected)

Pocket guide

In the darker place near my heart
I’ll take a crow bound with raffia
to keep him still but not quiet
on my bumpkin explorations.

A decade should suffice to break him in:
imagine the feeling of godlike triumph
when the so-called problem of his struggles
is overcome and I can walk the city streets,
him perched wing-free on my ebony staff,
a hoarse but docile finial calling out landmarks.

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