I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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20 April 2017

Encountering Crows

Hekate’s birds: I know
when I see three, 
She is sending a sign
and I smile. 

I might be walking
I might be driving.
Either way, 
my black cloak

wraps around me 
invisible to your sight.
But they see, the crows.

And She,
through their eyes,
looks and sees 

Written in response to Fireblossom Friday : Corvid and sit a while, day 20 of April Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

Image: public domain.


  1. I wondered how that worked! Very cool. And a mighty fine poem.

  2. Mystical, spiritual... Love this

  3. This is absolutely gorgeously penned, Rosemary❤️ Especially love; "Either way, my black cloak wraps around me etherically, invisible to your sight. But they see, the crows."

  4. is there something about seeing 3 crows? i'm unaware

  5. I absolutely LOVE this!!!!!!! I will think of this next time I see three.

  6. I love little talisman moments like this. Well done.

  7. This is magical, Rosemary. I love the cloak image.

  8. Hi Rosemary, this is a nice writing. I enjoyed reading it a lot. I came earlier but wasn't at home and didn't leave a comment. Also though, I had meant to dig into "Hekate’s birds" a little more to see about her and her birds. I can't find any reference to the birds, but I know that she is in three forms and does things in three's.

    1. This is an account of a personal spiritual experience, a message from my own intuition if you like. But if you need a more official connection, Hekate has been described as the Greek goddess of 'witchcraft, magic and ghosts'. Some consider her a dark goddess and/or a crone goddess. Crows can represent both magic and death. Old women and/or witches may be thought of as cackling like crows. But really, for me, it is just a personal (and affirming) reminder of the other-worldly, a nod from her to me. And of course they are her birds! I just know that; seems so obvious. Offcially you will find them associated with The Morrigan; I don't see any contradiction in that.

  9. A fine encounter with the invisible! Hekate's ways are dark and burn in us darkly, like oil ...

  10. There definitely is something in counting crows.

  11. Yes, yes, here she is, here you are. Love it.