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The girl and the raven appear at the morn
Awash with the tears she has shed before dawn
She’s floating in white, a mere sprite of despair
Combing her memories through her dark hair
The raven’s a psychopomp calling her home
To cease her travails and to no longer roam
But a heart that still bleeds will yet yearn for rebirth
Of a love lost forsaken beneath this sweet earth
The girl and the raven oft circle this place
Lost in a misery, suspended in space
You may see her ghost as you pass by this way
Or the raven still winging as dark into day
The girl seeks a lover she long ago lost
The raven’s a kind and a most patient host
His knowledge is deeper and old as her heart
Knows the girl and her memories will not easily part
The girl and the raven are legends of old
A cautionary tale that all mothers have told
Lose not your heart freely, not like the girl there
Combing her memories through her dark hair
© Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
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Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
In this piece, I believe that even with the somber tone, there’s still a shred of hope for the girl because of her relationship with the raven, even if it is her only companion and even if she can’t find peace from her memories. Maybe that’s the optimist in me speaking.
Thanks for the reblog and also for the uplifting interpretation. I think you are right, the raven is a very worthy companion. 🙂 🙂
G’day Helen,
I really liked this piece, the content and the rhyming works perfectly for me.
Thanks so much!! 🙂