poem

I have been writing a little bit of poetry in the last semester. After reading some of the poetry in this class, even though it can be tough to understand sometimes, I still really enjoy writing. I entered this in a New York Times poetry contest for this summer, just for fun! Hope you like it!


The Crows

In between the swaying tree tops
And the slow current of the heavy grail clouds
The crows fly back and forth; mocking her
As Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata throbs in her ears

She sat starring out into the dreadful day
The day she finally lost her soul
Her heart which was once crimson
Her heart finally black and hard

The trees have stopped blowing by now
And the current of the sky quickens
Darker and darker the color dims
The deafening squawk of the crows
And the off-key piano piece sends the feeling down her spine

She knows it is over
All hope is gone
The birds speed off
High into the heavens

She tries to follow them there
Into the only light there is left
She gets so close
But then the light fades; it is gone
Whitney Baker