(for Nio)


Hopping through the tainted

aconites and bony snowdrops,

we scrape our meagre lot at

January’s threadbare verge;

a stone’s throw from the

safe-play area until you leave.

At dusk, we pace its borders,

warily survey our bad-lands

from the red swing’s frame,

where you suspend your children:

Urging them to reach the sky;

as though belief alone or love

Can outwit time and gravity;

and night that unites all shadows

will leave your charges intact.

We never asked to be outsiders,

blunt harbingers of uncanny

messages from realms beyond

Reach, death and entropy;

but we occupy a niche

like everything and don’t need

to belong to the flock which

defines itself by condemning us.

They are nothing without us.


An earlier version of Crows was first published in Obsessed By Pipework.


Published by:

rain poet

Katerina Neocleous has been published or is forthcoming in the following poetry journals: Haiku Quarterly, Orbis, Equinox, Obsessed With Pipework, Weyfarers, The Cannon's Mouth, Clear Poetry, The Dawntreader, Ink, Sweat & Tears, The Open Mouse, Shot Glass Journal. She is a Home Educator and settled in North West England.

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