Post by David Drew on Jun 16, 2009 19:04:53 GMT -6
I know Owen Edwards is organising this thing, and that I am running a day late... but I cannot find his email address and I wanted to submit a poem (if it is not too late). My poem, entitled 'The Pearly Prince: Song of Jack Crow'...
Who nicked the ruby gem of an Irish king?
Lone-Crow, who views the value not the price,
And pinched with snatch, hid beneath that darkened wing…
Who perched upon a Dragon’s nest yet thrice?
Subtle stealth of ‘Crook-Claw’; theft’s his thing.
‘Pick-a-Lock’ of quick tricks, a well turned vice,
Virtue veiled, Master Villain of chance and gain.
Who guards the jewels and crown in Royal guise?
Good and bad to Mr. Crow are all the same,
Then shadow-flies the crooked night with prize…
Hallowed booty-bird of the Death-Harvest Dame.
But…
Who loves Sir Jack, criminal with coal-hard eyes?
That petty-pecks at chaos, as if a silly game;
Pearly Lord, swift trickster of diverse skies
He who shuns good innocence and seeks the Devil’s flame;
With a burial ‘caw’ that duets the funerary cries?
And…
Where the hidden, twisted hoard of stolen gold…
Of ill-gotten wealth?
Perhaps,
Beneath the dream-bed of Crow the Bold,
And…
With that, I bid you good health.
All Rights Reserved / Copyright David Drew 2009.
Who nicked the ruby gem of an Irish king?
Lone-Crow, who views the value not the price,
And pinched with snatch, hid beneath that darkened wing…
Who perched upon a Dragon’s nest yet thrice?
Subtle stealth of ‘Crook-Claw’; theft’s his thing.
‘Pick-a-Lock’ of quick tricks, a well turned vice,
Virtue veiled, Master Villain of chance and gain.
Who guards the jewels and crown in Royal guise?
Good and bad to Mr. Crow are all the same,
Then shadow-flies the crooked night with prize…
Hallowed booty-bird of the Death-Harvest Dame.
But…
Who loves Sir Jack, criminal with coal-hard eyes?
That petty-pecks at chaos, as if a silly game;
Pearly Lord, swift trickster of diverse skies
He who shuns good innocence and seeks the Devil’s flame;
With a burial ‘caw’ that duets the funerary cries?
And…
Where the hidden, twisted hoard of stolen gold…
Of ill-gotten wealth?
Perhaps,
Beneath the dream-bed of Crow the Bold,
And…
With that, I bid you good health.
All Rights Reserved / Copyright David Drew 2009.
