crows too
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Grim Women
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1.
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the crows burden the trees
gather their iron grits
criticize one another
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they slip through gaps
in the matrix
and are gone
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their wings are bruises
on the afternoon
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their wind is deliberate
and desperate
hardened to the goal
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2.
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in black
grim women
watch one-another
hide the key
beneath the doormat
and glide
towards the town
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Published as ‘Grim Women’, Women & Environments International Magazine (WEIM) No 86/87 Spring/Summer, 2011, p 8
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
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You captured the crows so well with words, and your drawings. The crows have been very vocal here the past week or two, large groups of them gathering in the trees.
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Robin
November 3, 2014 at 7:08 pm
Hi Robin. They say crows can recognize their ‘humans’. Jane
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jane tims
November 5, 2014 at 1:31 pm
The pictures and poem work together perfectly to create an appropriate mood.
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Sheryl
November 1, 2014 at 11:58 pm
Hi Sheryl. Thanks! I think crows are all about mood. Jane
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jane tims
November 2, 2014 at 6:54 am
The atmosphere and the implications hold weight, draw me in and give me shivers and hope. Love this.
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Carol Steel
October 31, 2014 at 8:14 am
Hi Carol. Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
November 1, 2014 at 8:25 am