Poem by Jane Burn (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 43
Crow, beaking rubbish, garbage mouthed -
tonguing at roadkill while tasting for pearls.
Crow, passing tarry bulk through portent sky,
feels the weather on her back. Waits for sun.
Crow, tatting foot-spoor on snowdrifts, dreaming
of dance - cotillions under cut-glass light.
Crow, carving out a rattletrap of notes, opens up
her throat - pipes her ambition of song.
Crow, marble-eyed and peeping, envies the doe
her lashes - blinks her baldy lids, looks for souls.
Jane Burn is a North East based writer. Her poems have been published in magazines such as Butcher’s Dog, Ink Sweat & Tears, Nutshells and Nuggets, Alliterati, Lunar Poetry, The Stare’s Nest, The Screech Owl, Zoomorphic, The Linnet’s Wing, Loch Raven Review, Deseeded Volume 3 and the Black Light Engine Room Literary Magazine. She was also day five on the New Boots and Pantisocracies project. Her work was long-listed for the 2014 Canterbury Poet of the Year, the National Poetry Competition and was commended in the Yorkmix. Her work has featured in Emma Press anthologies and Kind of a Hurricane Press Anthologies. She had a single poem nominated for the Forward Prize.
Jane's latest pamphlet "Fat Around The Middle" is available here.
Image: "Crow" by katieb50.