Thursday, 4 August 2011


Crow Communes

"Well," said Crow, "What first?"
God, exhausted with Creation, snored.
"Which way?" said Crow, "Which way first?"
God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat.
"Come," said Crow, "Let's discuss the situation."
God lay, agape, a great carcass.

Crow tore off a mouthful and swallowed.

"Will this cipher divulge itself to digestion
Under hearing beyond understanding?"

(That was the first jest.)

Yet, it's true, he suddenly felt much stronger.

Crow, the hierophant, humped, impenetrable.

Half-illumined. Speechless.


Poem by Ted Hughes

Art by me.

1 comment:

Sonia said...

Those drawings are wonderful! I love crows and cannot fathom why so many despise them. They are very comical, I think, and I enjoy seeing them teasing the hawks that dare to venture in our area.
I also like Ted Hughes and have yet to read The White Goddess, which inspired his whole philosophy on poetry. This reminds me to read it!