Kintyre by Alexandra Ekkelenkamp

in these days I rise
with crows
dawn on their feathers
copper on metal throats
cutting through clouds
awakening the grey sun
whilst I rise
painted wrists flapping
catching air between fingers
dropping Memory
into an ornate lake

“Screeching copper on metal throats “is an exquisite image,almost onamatopoeic.Till I read this poem a while ago I did not know that the image , a variation of which has been used by me in one of my poems earlier,could occur to somebody else.”Dawn on their feathers” is another pretty image.But the most beautiful image is that of “painted wrists flapping ,catching air between fingers”.How evocative !


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