Procession

[Keith]

This is a musical poem. I can hear the crows cawwww and see their sky dance. Magpies are all of their own, in voice and outfit. This poem is a fancydance, a concert of natural players. It needn't have been any longer, as the show has just begun.
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okay, do I need to give non fluffy feedback. I enjoyed the mysterious line: "linked wings shoulder the coffin" It made me wonder if Mamma magpie was a true mother spilling tears with the rest of the group, attempted to be dressed in her best. hmmm. Thanks for sharing

Hi Celestina Waters thank you for your considered feedback, it's great to understand how you interpret the poem and gives me food for thought, its also nice to know it works for such a short piece much appreciated. Best Keith