3 Scores from the Crow

[DWAYNE]

Mahogany ladies
weave their wicker wares
almost ambivalently,
as I wonder
if 200 years
can wash away
a blood-soaked memory.

Familiar faces
unacquainted
marked with traces
of a common root.
The branch
can neither deny the fruit,
nor these leaves,
scattered
in the diasporic breeze.

The clip-clop
rhythm of equine labours,
are reminiscent of that which
I have never known,
yet, somehow,
leaves traces
in the marrow
of my bone.

And the night's hot breath
seems insistent that I know,
that I remain
less than 3 scores ...
from the crow.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Another one I must have missed first time around - beautiful imagery Dwayne. I am really drawn in by just the way you position the verse. It affects the way I read and respond - I'm sure. Nicely done.

[grant hayes]

It's a superb piece of work. I was hooked from the title onward.

[Guest]

Awesome! A true poet at work! Just fantastic

[DWAYNE]

Thanks all.

You know, sometimes I feel the poems, write themselves.

It is probably a common feeling on this forum.

[MHenry]

This is a great piece of work Dwayne. The first two lines are absolutely delicious and beautifully foretell the sad story to come.