poetry and prose about place
Have you ever had a raven fly directly over your head? If so, you have heard the rhythmic compression of air, too intense to have been made by feathers…
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a dragon overhead
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a raven flies over
thrashes the air
percussion of dragon wing
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© Jane Tims 2012
Written by jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 6:08 am
Posted in myth and mystery, wild life
Tagged with art, dragon, flight, mythical dragons, nature, pencil drawing, poetry, raven, wings
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a glimpse of dragon
I love ravens – especially watching all their acrobatics. The sound you describe is what I’ve mostly experienced from griffon vultures flying close by. The drawing certainly feels like the raven is flying right overhead.
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Sonya Chasey
April 2, 2012 at 3:27 pm
Hi. I nearly fell off the porch the first time I heard a raven fly overhead. I thought it was just above my head! Griffon vlutures sound mythical themselves. I am going to look them up! Jane
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jane tims
April 2, 2012 at 5:30 pm
Percussion of dragon wings, perfect. Thanks for this, Jane.
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Jane Fritz
March 29, 2012 at 9:33 am
Hi Jane. Glad you like it! Jane
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jane tims
March 29, 2012 at 8:43 pm
Nice Raven sketch Jane.
I love the various vocalizations of Ravens, especially the one that sounds like the flexing of the bottom of vintage oil cans!
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Jim
March 28, 2012 at 8:39 pm
Hi Jim. I know what you mean. I love the sounds of crows too. We have a family of crows out back and the young birds sound like a squeaky bellows. Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:49 pm
Jane, I have heard that sound! It is marvelous! We live on a point that juts out over some low lying surrounding land. Great flocks of hundreds of large crows “power fly” over our back yard, and patio, often according to their own flocking rhythms. I’ve stood outside under hundreds of them flying just a few feet above me. It is truly a dragon-like sound. I used to think they were ravens, but later learned that ravens don’t flock. Thank you for this post!
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weedimageoftheday
March 28, 2012 at 11:14 am
Hi. The sound is a reflection of how much energy flying must take. I didn’t know that ravens don’t flock. Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:31 pm
Beautifully succinct lines, fine imagery and great illustration. Lovely.
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dfb
March 28, 2012 at 11:05 am
Hi. Thanks! I appreciate your praise. Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:28 pm
Hi Jane, Your good drawing and haiku surely create a sense of what you are describing.
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Ellen Grace Olinger
March 28, 2012 at 10:21 am
Hi. Thanks for your comment. When I think of haiku, I think of you! Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:27 pm
I have no idea what kind of bird it was, but once when I was in Florida in the month of May, I must have gotten too close to somebody’s nest. Out of the blue and from behind me a large bird landed on my backpack and beat her wings in my hair and took off again… Made me very nervous…
Your drawing is fantastic!
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Barbara Rodgers
March 28, 2012 at 10:15 am
Hi. What an experience. As long as it didn’t fly away with you! Lucky backpack! Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:26 pm
The words and images (the one drawn and the one imagined) are sheer magic.
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Carol Steel
March 28, 2012 at 8:51 am
Hi. I’m glad you like my post. Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 8:25 pm