O shrieking woman of early morn:
You shatter the silence with your horrid voice.
You’re black and beautiful
with a shaggy throat.
But no heavenly beauty can redeem for such a hellish voice.
The others sing a melody,
delightful harmonious cacophony.
But you, my dear, just squawk and caw
of laboring squaw.
I daresay your nails
on a chalkboard slate
would produce a sound
The others’ calls
welcome the day
and herald the sun
but I fear your war cries
will kill the day,
send the sun in full retreat,
and leave us in darkness.
-published 2017 edition of Spring Thaw! Itasca Community College
3 thoughts on “Shrieking Woman”
That last sentence is amazing and the final ‘shut up’ totally slays it, in a perfectly awesome way, I love it! 😁
Thanks :). I’m pretty sure ‘shut up’ was actually exclaimed several times as I expressed myself to the ravens.