Another Raven Story (A Fable)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It dost speak and live free.
Tamed by men and virtuous scores
The raven’s been scarred and bleeding.
“Nevermore should wounds be healed.
Nevermore must I fly.
Death comes as I glide away,
I’d rather bleed here and die!
To seek freedom is to seek death
As lifespans linger on.
So dost my time clock ticks
Wearing my breath down for long.”
He took his plight and roam the earth
Not wanting to flap his feathered wings.
Mingling with rodents and crawling insects
As birds of his kind flew free.

His wounds have healed in time
But he dost stay there, still.
“I’ll live here alone and happy
With a world far beyond my mind.
I, a raven, a bird no more;
A creature of earthly soil.
I declare myself splendid
Above the birds I know.
No bird nor life should call me ‘Raven’
For bird am I no more.”

He met some friends,
Some creatures from the ground.
“Why art ye this way?” They asked.
So he told his story to all.
“But thou art a bird.” Said the other.
“And thou shalt not deny it.” Said one.
“Fortunate ye are with wings
Able to explore horizons.
Unlike us who cannot fly
When fires scorch the seasons.”
After that all departed
Thinking how strange the raven’s been.
Feeling unwanted, he left.
Still walking, and not with wings.

Night falls, he finds no shelter.
No caves nor holes to spend the night.
His pride’s too big for him to go back
To trees he lived, and once called home.
“Further steps would lead new places.
By far, strive hard and well be patient.
My outstretched legs must be kept working
For me to be strong and survive.”
Says he, the raven, denying flight;
Too proud enough to swallow his pride.

Dawn’s arriving though it’s still dark.
The raven saw this creature and spoke out loud:
“Ye rat, why dost ye have wings?”
Says he, “Me not a rat, you see;
A mammal of flight am I, a bat!”
Swung free open his wings and flew,
Glides pass the dark, out of moonlight’s sight.
“Is he happy?” Asked the raven to himself.
Sunrise approaching, but still he hasn’t rested.
“Guess I have to use these wings.” Quoth he.
“I have no life wandering. The sky’s my life.
How treacherous its pangs may be.”

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Poetry writing emerged in me as a channel to relieve my angst and aggression against life and express my emotions on subtle things. It became my diary for quite a while. Feel free to experience my thoughts. If you do require my feedback, please leave a note on my MESSAGE BOARD below. Thanks.
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4 Responses to Another Raven Story (A Fable)

  1. An interesting tale about a raven afraid to fly……it held my interest and I could see the correlation to humans who try to “play it safe”, afraid to make a leap…….and how often, sometimes, we are forced to, regardless of the risk. Well done.

  2. David King says:

    This made a big impact on me, the concept behind it and the craftsmanship of its realisation. I am not done with it yet, methinks. Thanks for.

  3. Kevin Routh says:

    Very cool imagery! Followed your link from Poets United: Think Tank Thursday. Nice take on the prompt. 🙂

  4. Sara V says:

    Loved the images and the story, great ending I did not see that coming. Ravens are magnificent love to watch them soar in the canyons

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