This poem about scales is a mash-up of ideas about old flames and red herrings. Strangely, yesterday I also wrote about sea creatures. In ‘New ink cartridges‘ I paired cephalopods with writing in black ink.
The second-to-last exertion is not the rainbow. It is the to-and-fro flight of a raven clamped in darkness for 150 days. Let there be beats the raven’s wings Let there be beats the raven’s hope No land, raven. No release. Below yap choppy waves, corpses float and catch on broken trees. No release, raven. No land. The raven’s wings beat there be no land there be no release The raven’s wings beat above the choppy waves and the rocking sucklings of the flood. But the dove! This white-winged wonder bird reaps the budding olive branch and on the second flight, freedom. The last exertion is not a rainbow. Although supposedly one beamed for Noah when the dove flew away.
A link to Genesis 6-9 (NIV translation), which outlines the Bible story of Noah’s ark, the flood and the reconnaissance birds.
With four poems to go until the completion of the 104 project, there’s no denying that one may read in here an echo of art imitates life.
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