Mark Heathcote Raven Poems

Lifeless wings twitch like an electric cable
it could have been a message to me.
Black raven, you cloud up my skies
vampirism, its hooked feathery bill, sings to me.
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White raven,
How did you come by your plumage?
Did you do some charitable acts of kindness?
Did you do a thoughtless good deed?
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You said your hair was red
The ruby of the sun on lesser
Then all the stars that have shone.
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By what mental block, what dark o'clock
starlight locked within a feathered-raven
does desire keeps; our hearts protracted post hoc?
And yet how we've chosen-simply to ignore-
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Raindrops and sunshine
break not through shadowy shadings.
Where I might but love the raven
for its lack of love
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