|One of Those Moments|
Maybe it's the oh so long tail feathers or, the way the sun shines on the bird's glistening black and seems to, on occasion, turn the feathers to a gorgeous purpley blue. Maybe, it started with the Beatles classic or gothic depictions in movies and poems. Don't know. Guess it doesn't matter. What is curious though is the reaction, even from friends, at the mention of my infatuation. Odd looks or a chuckle indicating that they "know" I'm joking. I'm not.
|Rose and Raven|
Guess I never realized how deeply ingrained an animal superstition could be! But then, I'm not spooked by black cats either.
|Just Us Two|
Having always been interested in the origins of fortune telling, folk lore and such I was not too suprised to find that crows have been used for the purpose of divination since the time of ancient Rome. Apparently, it was long held that your fortune could be told not only by the size of the flock but by the direction in which the birds were flying. Talk about leaving your fate up in the air!
|Flock of Birds|
But... ravens were also considered royal birds. Legend has it that King Arthur turned into one AND that two ravens sent from heaven, guided Alexander the Great safely across the desert. That's my kinda bird!
silky blackbird, shimmer bright
fly me towards the golden light
free my soul from all constraint
harbour and remove it's taint
safe and sheltered in your wings
a freeing toll your call thus brings
softly now I lay my head
upon your black and feathered bed
Baked in a pie?
I think not.
Well, as always....
|Remember To Say I Love You|