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there stands a raven in the rain
liquid-black as molten coal
beside a woman
besot and broken
thoughts so black and molten
outstretched in her anguish
ravin’ in the rain
raven in the rain
why is it that you stand here
so very soaked and sullen
beside this woman so besot
so broken and bereft
heart so black and shattered
ravin’ in the rain
has her ravin’ called you forth
do you feel kinship in her blackness
does it bind you common thread
is there a faint scent of death
carried on her plaintive breath
she outcast and shunned
so like your thankless plight
picking ‘mongst the carnage
rooting in the road-kill
the writhing crawling carcass rot
left the spoiled — not the spoils
this is your lot is it not
to consume the left-for-dead
the world’s lost decay
raven in the rain
are you here to feast today
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rob kistner © 2011
A wonderful play on words..ravens are deliciously dark..mysterious..Jae
Beautiful write, Rob. Your first stanza starts deliciously rhythmic…brings Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to mind…
I like the idea of ravin’ in the rain. I can relate to that line. Raven and ravin’! Great poem with vivid imagery!
Oooo, good one, Rob. Loved the build-up of tension, then the last two lines hit it out of the park.
That is so strong.
I love the ballad-like feel of this.
I loved this picture as a prompt and your response is Poeish