Just Not So Story
Once there was a time when crow was white.
By Kevin McClintockPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
Crows who wear the supernatural grave
black jacket of the robber, coat fan-tailed
and woven from the colours of the night
now glimmering and glistening in the light
once sported iridescent tales
equal to in subtlety and craft
th’ pea-brained peacock,
in shape and function as
the startling black white blue and green sheened
magpie princely prince/princess of thieves.
And once there was a time when Crow was White
as forsworn sins, his eye only of that
darker hue, a deeply darker blue than
bottle-flies that grew in Lazarus’s skin.
What had caused his coat to fleck and char?
An envious heart, a covetous eye?
Or was Apollo’s breath enough to scar
His throat and make him sing alone his caw!?
About the Creator
Kevin McClintock
Master of Arts, Cambridge writer and teacher. Interests: Cosmology, Philosophy, Theology, Literature, Music, Politics and Science.
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