Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Well, I’m fond of them both,
And unsure what they think of me.
A raven is elegant, well dressed,
Simple, somber, and mystic,
Ready for a funeral or a meal of the two together.
A desk’s appearance hardly matters.
It’s worth is potential.
In groups, ravens are
Treacherous conspirators,
The epitome of the meaningful.
And a writing desk
Is where I think thoughts on ravens
And ink the mess across scraps,
Striving to match their mood.
I pause my poeting
And watch my muse move.
The bird of omen’s stark profile
Now makes an easy, noble stance
On the peak of my garbage heap
Like a dark silhouette of drama
Atop the humdrum
And often smelly reality.
About the Creator
Lucia Linn
”Some days I feel like playing it smooth and some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.” -Raymond Chandler
Bits of fantasy and poetry and whatnot here, comedic comics on Instagram @mostlymecomics
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