Crow
its black feathers
shining with light
tumbles over
its broken wing
rights itself
again
as if it were Laurence Oliver
being Richard the Third
“Now, is the winter
of our discontent..! ”
Crying for its kingdom
of the skies
the failing light
hiding it in night
its curses
still visible
in the darkness.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-is-the-winter-for-lyn/
