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Jun 23, 2010
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Azrael's Wings
If I close my eyes the memory’s vivid -
screeching, circling, circling, screeching.
Overhead and all around is turbulence and chaos and turbulence
in a hellish cacophony that split the night
the night they came to caution me.
For no rational reason
an insidious seeping of terror and awe
carried black deep thoughts of impending doom
to every particle of my being.
I did not then know who,
but I knew.
The Aborigine say the curlew cries the warning of death.
— judyanne, Jun 23, 2010
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Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Bravo
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
thanks jc
jetz
15 years 11 months ago
Hi Judy, Shades of Poe.
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
shades of poe
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
What a poem, Judd! What a
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
hi anna
Professor Purple
15 years 11 months ago
Great work! The repetition
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
thanks antoine
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
just wondering
xena465
15 years 11 months ago
Hi Judy
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
thanks rosina
shirley harrison
15 years 11 months ago
Dearest Judy
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
yes shirley
shirley harrison
15 years 11 months ago
Thank you!
Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Judy
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
what a lovely thing to say cat
Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Judy
Professor Purple
15 years 11 months ago
Hi Judy, “Azrael’s
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
thank you so much antoine
Professor Purple
15 years 11 months ago
Cool! My pleasure!