I see the devil in this, standing around a camp fire - nowhere do you mention the Devil, fire, or camp - that means that I'm either crazy or this poem is speaking at a higher level than what it's meant to be - which is a good thing - it's creating images - The crow is the devil, the blood is the fire and the party equals, naturally, a gathering... this makes no sense I know, I apologize... but I like the poem...
William - 11/19/02
Very spooky. Iknow this person and the place. Good Stuff.
Winnifred - 11/22/02
like the rest of your poems I have read, it is really vivid and colourful, yet appears dark at the same time. Your words create strong images in my mind.
Richard - 12/12/02
Sounds like your past is still haunting you. Write it. Speaking it will eventually set you free.
Heinz - 3/24/03
i can hear them cawing, great piece
Christina - 5/26/03
A Murder of Crows... one of my fav. movies! I like the snapshots of images here, very jagged and sudden.
Morella - 8/10/03
The flow carries it along nicely and I'll agree the imagery is subtle yet unbelievably sharp all at once.
Angeline - 8/16/03
This twists and turns and brings me to different places. Tis splendid.
Sarah - 9/27/03