The Crow Queen and The Human

Resting  where she had landed the crow queen sat and took stock. The humans had let her down again but not so had this member of her flock. Nestling in her lap he tried to ease her mind . He understood her non belief at how her husband could be so unkind.

She had married the human in good part eyes open, and wholeheartedly all she had asked of him was when she needed to, he would let her fly free. She only asked her flock be allowed to roost near by and that when there was no moon she could be with her feathered family and fly.

Why had he not trusted her, why had he lied. Why had he taken her and into a giant cage he had, had her tied .  Why had he not listened to her as she begged him please, not to tie her down like this, to trust her to return all she needed was release.

When he had  been sleeping in a drunken haze she had picked at her ties and tethers it had taken days. Her favourite crow brother had come to her aid. With his beak he had opened the lock on her cage. She who would of loved and cherished this man rushed out and took his life in a rage.

With her nails like talons she ripped open his chest but pausing before she ripped out his heart she pleasured him the way she new that he liked the best. As he lay sated and aroused by the sweetest of pain she ripped his heart out asking him why he had treated her so, again and again.

She left his castle with such sorrow for she, her husband had truly loved. They would find his body on the morrow and her cage would be found empty and a killer she would be dubbed. They would never catch her , she would never a human man trust again, no she knew better now she would stay with her flock, they would never change their game.

A tiny part of her heart was still held by the man she had married, who had treated her so unkind, all his promises he’d tarried. To tether and cage her and not let her out of his sight, when she had made it clear she loved him and would always return to him after her midnight flights.

So late at night when the moon was low in the sky she would  visit his grave, her flock of crows around her, she would often cry. The flock were there to protect her they were known as her flight. They made sure that her freedom was held on to , tight.

Never again to trust a human, never to fall for their lies again she was happy to stay with her flock, they loved her and would never cause her pain.

Poetry Challenge # 02/12/2012

They lie not in that empty grave
Beneath the foreign sod.
They do not lie forgotten
In that cold, and desolate Land of Nod.

Soldier Boy … Solider Boy,
The trumpets blast, and blare;
And wreaths are laid at the Cenotaph,
To show … that we still care.

But … there’s a greater love than Man’s
Who knows the price you paid.
He spared you the indignity,
And lifted you from that cold, cold grave.

He created a Great Celestial Shrine,
And the moment it was done …
With a gentle hand, placed the Valiant heart,
Of each dear Mother’s son.

Soldier Boy … Solider Boy,
Under Dutch blue skies,
The gentle Breeze of Holland …
Kiss your grave … as they pass by.

Written by  Earl Doucette

I could not find anything about Earl Doucette apart from the fact that he was Canadian.

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This  is a beautiful poem. It speaks of God, whatever name  you give him/her, lifting all the dead soldiers from their cold or hot and bloodied graves all over the world and  in all times past and future and even present. He takes  them to Heaven ..whatever name you have for heaven. It is a comfort to us all, for the violent deaths and hurried burials that soldiers on the battle theatres  of war received. It troubles us all and so we have these poems to salve our consciences and please our tender souls .

We all have Remembrance Days but this is a way of saying they got a greater remembrance. I shall say no more you have all heard my feelings on War this past year.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

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