Raven's blog

The creatures and the dark

Raven — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 09:40:48 +0000

To fly...

Raven — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 05:10:42 +0000

I sometimes think I can fly. It started when I was 18, tender not yet tainted, living in sunny Cyprus, lying in a meadow in the middle of Nicosia. I was looking at a bush with ethreal yellow flowers, and the way the land rose behind it, tall trees circled by the bees, the sunlight dappling, dancing, cutting through staining the ground gold, painting and sainting the grey of the mold. I felt the urge to fly, and I felt the power surge in my veins and in my mind, and I felt tears well in my eyes and saw, in my mind's eye, my hair flutter as my feet lift clear of the meadowgrass...

The Dark Route

Raven — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:12:10 +0000

Cold, bitter pre-dawn darkness,

A biting wind over thin snow,

Hard shoes and a heavy bag,

To school through blackness.

The teeming streets of noon a dream,

The darkness a playground for predators,

I quicken my pace passing faceless forms,

Wicked eyes reflecting flames.

My bag, fat with untouched homework,

To be done frantically by dawn’s first light,

I Am From

Raven — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 21:08:35 +0000

I am from a living, moss covered bridge,
Forsaken near the Caspian Sea,
A kingdom to be ruled by a child,
the dip below cut by a slow stream,
sparks of light over the water, the sun golden on the swollen green, teeming with life and wonder.

I am from white sand silver by moonlight,
Sharp, moving borders with the black water littered with diamonds,
The gods surely play in the star strewn bodies above,
The feel of the breeze and the sound of the surf carrying me away, endlessly.