Poe’s crows
have found repose
closer to my heart…
Write flight
as breath slows
shading light to dark…
Muse flows
a fine wine
a finish inky blood…
Death makes
create ache
in seeming endless flood…
But Crows know
the Muse goes
when her Rider dies…
Quill stills
but Life will
live in words of scribe.
©Karen Robiscoe
March 27, 2014 






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Love the rhythm of this work – the silent pauses between the lines have a great beat. Enjoyed this post.
Brilliant! Just so “write”. Powerful 🙂
You have a fine way with words. Yes, I can definitely picture Poe’s crows. Thanks for the positive feedback on my writing. I’ll be reading more from your blog in the future : ) Happy writing!
Nice to know your blog.