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Call of the Crow
Alan Summers Haibun #1
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| Posted by Alan Summers Fri, Feb 3rd 2006, 05:19 :: English | |||
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Call of the Crow where a bush thrusts through a cracked boulder dry creek birds glide silently by the sun high skinny lizards frozen in their own tableau and just the angry buzzing grind of cicadas coarse grass curls round my walking shoes an ant enters my bag a dragonfly hovers round a leaf drops heavily through branches channel-billed cuckoo above a dying fruit tree its storm cry I move through parched grass with fallen ringbarked gumtree to a plain of rolled-down rocks to high bramble climbing a way up sheer rock I face a narrow path past caves once home to who knows fading last note torresian crow sounds the darkening sky now under a black black sky stars more bright than I've ever seen some seem to shift and move vibrate to suggest something more last sighting on this travel of Jupiter above Venus susurrus of moths round fire that flickers on like the night it's cold now at 3a.m. brittle cutting cold the moon's no longer full this outside this brutal simplicity of a night a raven’s shade it spirals towards the southern cross my wood smoke embers quiet and dark then a rustle of the Dreamtime dingo white and feral my imagination plays fear with a night that leers chills at me I see a lightening a quickening between trees a hurt violet shade the morning rekindling the fire through pale blue trees a red sunrise Call of the Crow©Alan Summers 1997,1998 & 2004 |
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| PUBLICATION CREDITS: British Haiku Society journal Blithe Spirit Vol. 14 No. 2 June 2004 Earlier versions were published: Australian haiku journal Paper Wasp, Queensland, Australia 1997 Azami haiku journal, Osaka, Japan 1998 | |||
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