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Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Summer is winding down–my daughter is back in school, and my husband starts teaching again in a couple of weeks. While I love having both kids and my husband home, I am excited for the routine that comes with school.
Christie over at Wondering and Wandering put up a bird-related poem challenge. I have been wanting to try my hand again at a golden shovel poem, so I decided to pick a line from Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”. We’re getting closer and closer to October, so I’ll take any chance I can get to bring out the spookiness.
Originally, I planned on having my poem be informational. Did you know a group of them is called an “unkindness” or a “conspiracy”? Or that they’re the world’s largest songbird? Or that they play pranks?
As I started writing the poem, though, it kind of morphed into something completely different. The original poem doesn’t tell us what happens to the narrator, so I decided to explore that a bit. It’s a first draft, and the nature of the Golden Shovel made consistent meter quite difficult. But it was a blast to futz around with.
after “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe
A conspiracy of passerines perched in the potter’s field-then
startled by my passing by, this
sooty cloak whipped to the sky. Ebony
wings beat through the air, no common bird
were these. Their croaking cries, beguiling
calls, were meant to just deceive. Twas not my
name they squawked that night which stoked sad
embers in my soul. The desire for her return–pure fancy–
so now I go to my Lenore. Perched atop this precipice I gaze into
The black below. I know she waits. Lenore will greet me, smiling.