Ravens feathers. A dairy entry.
The black Ravens of my tomb.
Caged like a living meal.
Fit for the Queen’s ravens.
A Yeoman Warder would send me gifts.
Raven feathers, found in a place, with no exit.
Why?
First, they seemed like bad omens.
But they were not.
Like a dark Cinderella’s glass slipper, as black as a moonless night, they would turn up.
A gift with no owner attached.
Left to me, in a box with no doors.
Who would fit this obsidian gem?
I used to wonder at the owner, or owners, and what they would take from me in my sleep?
A child to be born far away from my cage?
Who was my black feathered incubus?
What did we do together, in my cage preened, by this bowerbird?
The only blue thing was me.
Who would come to say hello, and leave me with no memory of our tryst?
Leave me with just a calling card, to say thank you?
The feathers were endless, each morning, turning up like a gentle rain.
A day with no end, and a night with no daybreak, and a lover I would never know.
Ravens feathers. A dairy entry.
The black Ravens of my tomb.
Caged like a living meal.
Fit for the Queen’s ravens.
A Yeoman Warder would send me gifts.
Raven feathers, found in a place, with no exit.
Why?
First, they seemed like bad omens.
But they were not.
Like a dark Cinderella’s glass slipper, as black as a moonless night, they would turn up.
A gift with no owner attached.
Left to me, in a box with no doors.
Who would fit this obsidian gem?
I used to wonder at the owner, or owners, and what they would take from me in my sleep?
A child to be born far away from my cage?
Who was my black feathered incubus?
What did we do together, in my cage preened, by this bowerbird?
The only blue thing was me.
Who would come to say hello, and leave me with no memory of our tryst?
Leave me with just a calling card, to say thank you?
The feathers were endless, each morning, turning up like a gentle rain.
A day with no end, and a night with no daybreak, and a lover I would never know.