Dark
Rook on the road verge ahead
how casually you’ll step aside,
only just avoid my wheels.
Is that why I smile at the mirror
where you promptly step back
to continue to pick and prod,
pulling at the roadkill entrails
some straitjacket driver provides?
Like the crow, the raven— few
are as bright as you, so dark
in colour and reputation
poem and image © copyright dfbarker 2012
This is a great little poem. I enjoyed it
Immensely, thanks!
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Gosh are you in my car with me? hehh I’ve had such thoughts while driving around for sure. Particularly on my local awesome country roads where all kinds of wildlife stands in the road. 🙂
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Hi David,
what a delightful poem you have made of this encounter, and that is a great painting as well. Those birds are so black, they really are blue.
Rook, we call them so too. (Roek)
They don’t seem to mind the traffic, as they know it will give them food…
🙂
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Hi,
A very good describrition of the Rook. 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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Pete, thank you so much!
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Hi Ina, thank you very much. Yes, rook, raven, crow, magpie… probably all similar in Dutch? Old English was much more like Dutch.
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Thanks very much Mags!
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Hey David, this feels deceptively simple. I have the feeling that there is a great deal more going on here below the surface as many possible ideas/scenarios come to mine after reading. Love the alliteration in this line- “Rook on the road verge ahead” and the solid imagery of the piece.
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Thank you once again, Emma. As ever, you are very perceptive. One of things that I wanted to get across was that we humans are far less free than we think -‘straitjacket’. 🙂
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What a lovely poem, have encountered similar days,the description of driver was so funny and they are absolute menace
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I love the creepiness of this one! I am finishing up my book and it will have similar images….excellent!
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Love the subject matter! Excellent work, my friend!
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Good poem, great painting!
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ugh…yes… most of the time we stay on those well worn roads where the light shines brightest but our eyes glance to the sideways..
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I love crows and ravens. They are so intelligent and they like to joke around with each other and with other birds. They fashion tools too!
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great poem, David! I enjoyed the read!
Ciao,
Francina
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Edgy and real, love it!
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“rook” sounds intelligent. And they are, aren’t they. The “k” sound is a bit of an hmpf, which it gave the driver after all.
I remember learning Poe used the word “raven” in his famous poem, because the sound of the “r”, “v” and “n” lingered, like “nevermore…” and it fit the tone of the poem well.
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Love the way you pass your thoughts like strawberry embedded in jelly…
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David, great poem! Such intelligent birds as crows (ravens, blackbirds, et al) must be laughing at us “smart” (arrogant) humans wheeling through their territory, inadvertently providing them with meals. Made me smile with you, at the image in your rear view mirror. 🙂
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So glad you stopped by my blog so I could see this. Multi-talented person, loved the painting – your colors are vibrant and the greys of the background, hinting at the road, while your fabulous bird pries loose bits of this and that… as do we. Loved all of it! Amy Barlow Liberatore
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/20/chanteuse-deluxe-a-barlette-long-form/
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Thank you Soma!
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Thank you Susie
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Thank you!!!
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Joe, thank you very much!
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Thank you Russell!
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Thank you Francina!
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Thank you very much Susan!
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Thank you very much – your comments are most welcome!
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Mn, thank you! 🙂
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Thank you once again Betty, your comments are very perceptive, as ever…
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Thank you very much Amy!
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Lovely poem. A bird like a rook here is the Magpie. During early spring they become very protective of their young and can become aggresive to people and swoop down on them and peck at their heads. Kids paint scowling faces on the back of their bicycle helmets to prevent being attacked…
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Hi David, in reply to your reply: Raven = raaf, crow = kraai, so that sounds a bit similar in Dutch, but magpie = ekster. 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Hi Ina, English has changed so much over the years the original for ‘magpie’ might well have been something similar to ‘ekster’. The old English for ‘creation’ was ‘frumshaft’ – typical of the process that’s been going on in English for a thousand years: French/Latin/Greek etc words replacing native words.
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The rook is just very self-confident–and you write about him so self-confidently, with celebration of his antics, as well! Thank you, DF!
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Thank you very much Granbee!
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Color of the rook done well & straightjacket driver word tale. Your work stands out here on WordPress…
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Lindy, thank you so very much!
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The darkness strikes you as soon as you look at the painting ; Lovely
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Your poetry never fails to astonish me.
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Thank you so much! Did you have a nice holiday? Are you back?
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I had a wonderful holiday! Thank you. Yes, I got home last Tuesday and have been digging out since then. So much to catch up on.
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Yes! All the very best to you and take it easy…
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Bravo. And I’m so enjoying my visit here.
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Thank you Jamie!
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David, this was haunting, as I can imagine several different meanings, but well written, as always, and what a perfect “dark” image! 🙂
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Thank you Lauren, I appreciate your comments, as ever.
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This is an excellent depiction–and conclusion–of this scene. Love the sense that the rook may have more freedom than you do. And the title is perfect…and very telling…
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Once again, I’m grateful to you – thank you!
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