Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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The Irish Examiner USA
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or, preferably, you can email it direct to
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If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Our poem this week is from one of our very first contributors: Michael J.Roche Jnr. of Rensselaer, in upstate New York.
Michael can trace his roots back to West Cork, where he likes to visit from time to time. He has written quite a number of poems and is currently compiling his first book.
In an age when poets have complete freedom to write in any form they choose, Michael has the courage and the ability to develop a technique that is a balance between modern freedom and traditional restraint.
His poems are always an adventure in literary atmosphere and humane thought.
The Crow
As I looked upon the winterscape
from the warmth of our kitchen
A great crow flew from out of the swirling snow
to alight on a limb of the neighbor's large white pine
This crow's landing spilled the snow
From limb
to limb
to the ground
it fell
a casual
dreamlike fall
This crow then called into the wind
a keening desperate call
Hunching down
Then rising
open beaked
with the call
Several times it called
But no response came down the wind
This crow then launched from the branch
Spreading its wings
it banked
then rose in wild rush
Into the wind it swirled
into the snow
disappearing into the whiteness
Like all creatures
it must have a response
or, it cannot be.
© Michael J. Roche
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