I was no Snow White, nor Edgar Alan Poe,
He was no raven, no omen
A friend not a foe
Wore a mask but no trinket he'd stolen
My slumbering eyes opened to a sunny day
Roman shades gleaming in an unnatural way
Then came his usual greeting, he flew up just to say
"Hey"
A gentle familiar rapping
A frequenter of my window pane
I'd even given him a name
Agape
Filled with joy I leapt out of bed
But slowly I noticed a feeling of dread
The sound he was making was far from normal
There was no rap tap but a sound much more horrible
Thud
Thud
Thud
I hurried to the curtains and pulled them back
He rammed himself repeatedly against the glass
I pleaded with him to call off the attack
But he was unable to see he could not pass
Too many times he smashed his small frame
Too many times I pleaded and called out his name
Too many times, too many to be said
Until he dropped, motionless in the grass dead
There he lay tiny, frail and alone
A small life never again to be known
I awoke the next morning in a cold sweat
But the message was one I did not fret
Until later at church I heard the news
A friend made a choice no one should choose
His was a death we'd all regret
I was no Snow White, nor Edgar Alan Poe,
He was no raven, no omen
A friend not a foe
He wore a black mask but was someone I'd know
No trinket he took but a life was stolen
And the black message he brought left us broken
About the Creator
Meagan Dion
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, hotel clerk, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
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a sad but well composed ode to a raven who wasn’t a foe, I really like it 👍👍
working rhyme to to join metere and intention - without forcing - is a delicate balance, Meagan. I do love your intention here very much. I hope you continue to build this, as its structure is very coool, indeed!
Very good , and I have a poem on here called "Another Raven" which you may enjoy if you like Poe. I really enjoyed your poem , it seemed to slip by like a real dream
Impressive 💕💖
Oh my goodness. That was heartwrenching. Very well done.
Wow! The parallels were emotional but the story in the poem is just incredible. I think I just read the winner!
This was touching. Creativity clever and sweet