I keep looking at the photograph you took
The one with the barren trees silhouetted
Against the castle, where was it, Ireland?
You captured a murder of crows in flight
Startled by your step
You snapped it in black and white giving
It a truly Gothic feel
We slept there that night in one of…
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the-ravens-song said:
“murder of crows” very well chosen in the context of this poem. Love it and the entire poem, especially the ending. Very (unintended pun) evocative.
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