Sunday, April 8, 2012

Beady-Eyed (Poem)

Photo Credit: Tracey Grumbach of Nine Acres Designs


It takes a single look
down for the eye to pick up

how blue bends
into a mountain's green

topside. Space emptied
of enough light

only frames an impression.
Cut loose and hungering,

a trio of ravens calls
out the spot to circle,

telegraphing one or the other
choice the hunter makes.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas

This is my response to a photo prompt challenge at dVerse Poets Pub, where writers have a choice of images on which to base a poem. Go here to read about the prompt, view Maryland-based Tracey Grumbach's images, and drop a link to your own contribution.


Brian Miller said...

nice visual of the blue bending to green maureen...def looks like they have tonights meal...or at least they hope...smiles.

Beachanny said...

Crows so smart, with such a vocabulary, would need none when beginning the dive to target - as you say- with their beady eyes. Love the economy of language to accompany the photograph, Maureen. Lean, minimal, accurate. Wonderfully written.

Claudia said...

i agree with gay about the economy of language which makes it all the more made me see the world, sky, mountain through their eyes..

Ruth said...

Where we focus our attention is all, which your poem shows so well.