“Big Raven” by Emily Carr (1931)

What does the raven know
as he flies o’erhead
or as he sits upon the ground?
He calls his harsh squawk
that seems to mock
our ignorance
as if he knows
something that
we do not
but no matter how much
we beg of the raven
to share his knowledge
He does not share with us
what the raven knows.


written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. The challenge is to use a selected image, and write a poem of 60 words or less. I managed to squeak in with a poem of exactly 60 words.


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