Crow Moon

The crow perches on the bow of the old boat

his self-directed crow’s nest under

the crow moon that illuminates

the indigo violet star speckled sky

Ill the Treasure

Upon the beach they crashed ashore,

The raven cried, “No, never more.”

The glittering stars, crashed the moon,

The raven watched predicting doom.

Undue a death foretold the seas,

Yon sailor’s plight brought him to his knees.

His lady disappeared. The sea or water’s death?

And alas he whispered, “I love you,” his last breath.

Standing watch the raven sees it all,

From the savage seas to the boats downfall.

Little to him does it matter the price paid,

Sunken treasures amid her body lay.

© Cynthia Clark

The bell had tolled twelve times.

The moonlight pierces the gloomy haze,

the tides of change have broken.

New transformation of my essence,

The illusion of civilization,

regressed to primal desires.

Immortal howls of passion,

violently roaring inward, uncurbed.

The beast inside unleashed.

by the light of the moon I will stand

above the wreckage at hand

the stars will guide and shine their light

as I weave my magic into the night.

The water rises

It doesn’t abate

Higher it comes

I cling to stern

Battered by thundering waves

I am amazed

When the water

Recedes rushing out to sea

I find myself

Shipwrecked and kiss the sand

As the stars come out,

The world is right again,

I stand still

Thanking God for his gifts of beauty

And for bringing me through

The tsunami of my life.

‪The raven takes her perch upon destruction‬

‪Croaking her psalm of final days on Earth‬

‪Where all tears have dried‬

‪No water remains‬

‪Just broken vessels‬

‪Upon barren land‬

‪Stranded‬

‪Underneath the glow of a promising moon‬

‪And a backdrop of stars from‬

‪A universe once parallel‬

If only the heavens could have saved this planet

Before all life tried, then disappeared

As the raven shrieks her soliloquy

To the charred remains

Of the bright night’s modern

Underworld

-JM Athena

Desolation lives in a sky filled with stars

Memories of yesterday manifest as scars

Brutality breeds inside this soul

Sorrow shines from this moon so whole

Life without Love

Somewhere across the sea, there is a lonely place lost in time

An old wreck of wooden boat resides there, on the barren shore; it lies beside the discards of debris

On her bow an old black crow, caws out at night

Her song she sings to the big bright moon, is of a melancholy kind

In the vastness of the Milky Way, her song reaches out to those in despair

For those poor souls lost on a distance shore, like that old wreck, of a boat stuck on a beach of debris

Far away from hope and joy, to no longer feel love

Nor to touch another heart

For to live one’s life without love is to live no life at all!

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The day has come to an end

Time to rest your wings

And soon another will begin

For now there are lullabies to sing