The raven you see, came to visit me
last evening. Wanted to speak
of magic and how tragic it is
that people no longer believe
that it is real and does still happen.
Then spent some time, helping me
find these rhyming words that you
are reading. Seemed to know just
how much I needed them.
And when we finished, he raised
his wings, and was gathered back
into the very night that brought him
and the now fulfilled wish of an old
and somewhat tired poet.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/26/2021
Notes: True story. I have a partner in crime for this difficult journey of writing a poem a day for the National Poetry month of April. Her name is Sherry Marr and her poems can be found at her blog site: Stardreaming with Sherry Bluesky. This year we are simply giving one another one word a day to be used for that day’s subject matter. It is based in an exercise I gave her when she was feeling blocked and unable to write. When Sherry gave me the word Raven for today’s poem, I immediately felt that squirming feeling inside. Ravens, in many, if not most, cultures around the world, are considered to be a symbol of magic. Hard topic to write about in a world that has many doubts about science and what it has to say about our current situation.
Long story, shortened, as I was getting away from my computer to go do some more
coloring,thinking how I didn’t have an image for next morning’s post, I got an
advertisement from an Art Supply company, ARTEZA, some of whose supplies I have purchased and used. So had a look. At the end of the message was a gift of a coloring page. So I
downloaded it, simply curious. It is the image that opens this post. I was so happy to see it,
and immediately started coloring it, hoping it could and would be used for that purpose. That might be as close to “magic” as you can get. And while I colored it, the “raven” helped me find the words I needed. I have had other encounters with ravens and one of them is posted at my prose site: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/following-the-signs-and-symbols-2/.