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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

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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Written by jane tims

October 31, 2014 at 7:57 am

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  1. 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

  2. The pictures and poem work together perfectly to create an appropriate mood.

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    Sheryl

    November 1, 2014 at 11:58 pm

  3. 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


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