I awoke to ravens cawing.
Their voices sawing
Through my mind.
No peace can I find
From the bird of ill omen
Who mocked the Roman
As he withdrew from these shores,
The bird’s caws
Lost in sea and oars.
I awoke to ravens cawing.
Their voices sawing
Through my mind.
No peace can I find
From the bird of ill omen
Who mocked the Roman
As he withdrew from these shores,
The bird’s caws
Lost in sea and oars.
Some early mornings crows seem to gather, as if they have chased away the Herring Gulls. What an evocative way to picture the romans leaving…
I absolutely love this Kevin. It speaks to my heart
Thank you, Lorraine.
Best – Kevin