The language of ravens is uniquely misunderstood. Sepulcher like in description, taunting, croaking, haw, haw, haw … Guttural, dangerous, death … The call of the raven feared, shunned – a blight, not of its own making. A hollow laugh, crafty, cunning, a vengeful harbinger of doom. A spiteful bird. Not so, if ears could but hear the mournful melody blazing beneath the caw for what it truly is. An infinite paradox the wonders of man has not hope to digest – never wonderless, some things remain in mystery, for a lifetime echoing nevermore. Forever, the quest goes on into the morning twilight zone – A constant succession, a compendium of curious knowledge. Life has great mansions, unknown, uncatalogued, yet to be configured. The language of Ravens is but one.
Donna M. Monnig has published numerous books of poetry including Escaping Destiny, Thoughts on Exhibit, Keeper of the Dead, Take the Leap, and Echoes of Time, as well as the children's book Chasing Ghosts. View more of her work at www.dragonshieldpress.com, www.donnamonnig.com, and her author's page on Amazon.
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