A minor musing of mine in Photoshop from this morning. Plus two poems from Ted Hughes to fuel the imagination. Enjoy.
Crow’s Theology
Crow realised God loved him –
Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.
So that was proved.
Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat.
And he realised that God spoke Crow –
Just existing was His revelation.
But what
Loved the stones and spoke stone?
They seemed to exist too.
And what spoke that strange silence
After his clamour of caws faded?
And what loved the shot-pellets
That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows?
What spoke the silence of lead?
Crow realised there were two Gods –
One of them much bigger than the other
Loving his enemies
And having all the weapons.
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Crow’s Fall
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.
He got his strength flush and in full glitter.
He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
He aimed his beak direct at the sun’s centre.
He laughed himself to the centre of himself
And attacked.
At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
Shadows flattened.
But the sun brightened –
It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.
He opened his mouth but what came out what charred black.
‘Up there, ‘ he managed,
‘Where white is black and black is white, I won.’
