The Crows

a palindrome, a monometer sonnet, a perfect anagram by line

by Anthony Etherin

Deft, I saw
a crow, over us,
a sure vow or caw,
as it fed.

They stop
and perch
atop
the church,
a choir
below
the spire:
The crows.
Each caw
enlists
ten more.
The mist
is grey
as clay.

Winter enfolds varied echoes
in a white or fevered coldness.
A crow flies over tended shine.
The fields are covered in snow….

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Featured by The Blasted Tree: September 10, 2018


Anthony Etherin

Contributing Author

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The Crows is a Blasted Tree original suite of poems by Anthony Etherin

Edition of 50 leaflets published in Canada

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