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The Cawing of Crows

by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

The crows were cawing
this morning,
the crisp morning air
was still,
the morning sky,
a rich, autumn blue,
slight wash of clouds,
shimmers of pastel sun
washing over the mountain tops,
here, in Arizona...

I knew what that meant.
I had been hearing them
the last several mornings,
gleeful and raucous...

I think of old beginnings,
ten years gone, mining house
on an old bench, one of
twelve cinder-block shelters
on a dead-ended street,
housing hope's lives...

Two years ago,
the cawing
would have offended
the family's mother
of that residence,
now empty, back windows
broken by childish rocks.
two houses away. Lovely
woman, with child-friend
to mine, they were
best friends...

But nothing stays the same,
here, where copper rules,
where careers
of years
begin and end, and so
they move,
away from our street,
to be replaced,
by new families, some
only dwell a year or two
here, on this level,
there are many such houses,
now, waiting for families...

Funny, we are the
second oldest occupants
on this benched road
of cinder-block houses
in this large, remote community
based on metal prices,
family ties and
the leveling of mountains...

I think of this,
as I listen
to the triumphant raspiness
of crows, ringing out sharply
as they gorge on
abandoned tree
of pecan-wealth,
in the cool of the morning,
relishing my stability,
my children's continuity,
and my husband's strength...

and I crow to myself,
unabashed and content,
answering the black birds,
telling them,
I will look for
their sons and daughters
next year, when I hear
the calling of crows
in the pecan tree
two empty houses over.

Erin Moen
11/15/02
Photo by Erin Moen

Friday, November 15, 2002


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"Above/Below" is abit of a prequel/sequel to this, please read before/after, if you would!


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Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
Reviewed on November 22, 2003
i love how you mix nature and self so seamlessly, erin...truly, there is no difference, no matter how much 'civilized life' tries to tell us there is...we are still connected to the world and it is connected throgh us...perhaps some greater spirit of being, the collective-crow-spirit, was speaking to you specifically at that moment, both of you in recognition of a moment in time...

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2003
Beautiful and breathtaking imagery Erin, ooooooo I am glad I also came to read this one!
~Nikki~

Reviewed by ZUBAIRI NASSEEM (Reader)
Reviewed on November 18, 2002
Hello Erin,

What a marvellous appreciation of nature's beauty. The literary beauty - such a flowing poetic write up and the matching photo, all combine to glue the reader to the screen. Excellent! I can't afford to let this go without printing it for a week-end discussion. ZAN

Reviewed by Dale Clark
Reviewed on November 17, 2002
Excellent!

Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
Erin,
This is gorgeous,when I was younger I use to think crows were not a good sign, now I have learned that they are a very beautiful, strong sign of the creator! You really should submit this somewhere! I am on my way to read your other one!

Hugs,
Maria

Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
My skin is crawling and I feel goose bump after reading both of the poems you recommended. This new one and "Above/below."
"Above/Below" sets the stage for this one, and enhances its meaning. You show brilliance in your work. A deeply colored passionate write. I love this so much. Bill

Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
rustic, historical and telling. scenic imagery transports your reader through a well written window of time and circumstance. enjoyed. **Mari**

Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
thoroughly enjoyed this from start to finish.

Reviewed on November 16, 2002
stunning write, erin! lovely! love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)

Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
there is a sense of stability within this tale of decay , some things changing,
others staying the same, repetitive patterns...vivid imagery.

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
The only good crow is a dead crow! But I enjoyed this write. We have over two hundred of those flying garbage pits roosted in these pecan trees and every morning I have to get out the whole 12g and shout something along the lines of Shut the Fuck up you G damned Son's of a Bitches. Then I feel stupid.

Reviewed by Roger Ochs
Reviewed on November 16, 2002
You'll never "eat crow" with poems this lovely.

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
the pain of separation, the call of the crows, the ties within the family.. it reads like a story, but with a beautiful tapestry of words to touch all the senses.. really beautiful. katy.

Reviewed by Tim Horton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
I agree with everyone. There's so many great lines here I can't single one out. An excellent story and great images here. So engrossing, made me feel as if I was there.
Excellent piece!
Cheers,
Tim

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
Wow, I just went and looked and saw, the really first memoir I wrote about this place I live in, a copper mine community, was so eagerly replaced, in the early euphoria stage of having my pieces read and appreciated, by another of my works, only Ed read it, as far as I know...So I encourage anyone who reads this piece to read "Above/Below", a elocution on the strangeness of my now-abidingness...:)

Thank you, Lady, Eileen and Paul, for your comments on my Crows piece!

Reviewed by Jack Roberts
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
Erin this is very nice, I enjoyed it!
Jack

Reviewed by E T Waldron
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
You have written this so well it should be published. I love you attitude, and imagery is superb!

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2002
Erin,
I love this piece it is so excellent in imagery and stunning in creativity and verse.
Love it...Lady Peg


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