#napowrimo2023 #day25 #somehowihaveneverloved

 

#napowrimo2023

#day25

#somehowihaveneverloved

somehow, I have never loved, before I loved a chough.

I spout lyrical, but spit no feathers

(although I never knew you, before I saw you).

Yes, other corvids have caught my eye,

Ravens croaking “Nevermore”

The Morrigan who transforms from

Queen to crow, both known for stalking battlefields.

Magpies, maggot pies, counting rhymes,

One for sorrow, two for joy.

The chough was to me unknown,

long time lost to Dover’s chalk.

You’d remember if you’d seen one,

with lips 

redder than roses,

feet 

redder than martyrs blood.

Persecuted, believed to be

A fire starter, a twisted fire starter.

Surveys in hand, to herald your return,

I tread streets of Dover, pausing only in

Community venues to revel in

revealing your historical and cultural significance.

Fashion your likeness into sock puppets or

more sophisticated origami models.