by Rebecca House
Stillness in the ash-covered sky
That reaches down and quiets the fields
Dreams are broken when the wind awakens
The hunger that was concealed
Coal-coloured wings taut with expectation
Glittering eyes that greet the dawn
Patiently waits for the right moment
When swiftness loses to brawn
The stiff brown grasses rustle below
Just uncovered on the snowy hills
Dreariness unbound by streaks of light
The ache of hunger creates a thrill
A lonely cry echoes over the meadow
No one to hear, no witness to behold
Diving and gliding to catch it’s prey
Missing the target was not foretold
A primal ache deep in the belly
Drives the raven back to the sky
It perches back on the branches
And will wait for another try
Rebecca House is a freelance writer/blogger with a fascination for the macabre that was encouraged long ago while attending York University. With a B.A. (Hons.) in Psychology and History, she is a short story author, aspiring novelist and blogger. She is a member of the Writers Community of Durham Region (WCDR) and is currently working on a number of projects.
When not exploring the darker sides of the natural and supernatural worlds, she is CEO of a busy family in Prince Edward County, Ontario. You can find her at www.smalltowngal.com, Twitter: @rhhouse or Instagram: @rhousewriter.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'No Worms Today'
'A True Princess'
'The Raven's Call'