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Two Ravens in The Olive Tree — Image by kenne
The Raven Always Listens
The raven always listens
to the wind—
a language older
than feather or bone.
Beside him,
his mate tilts her head,
black eyes catching
what cannot be seen.
Together they perch
on the edge of silence,
hearing the world
move through the air,
two shadows bound
by the endless song
of the wind.
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Image by kenne
Two Ravens
Twin shapes on a branch,
one croaks low, the other waits—
wind between their words.
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A Raven Couple Lives In Our Neighborhood — Image by kenne
The Hills of Cualann
In the youth of summer
The hills of Cualann
Are two golden horns,
Two breasts of childing,
Two two of light.
In the age of winter
They are two rusted swords,
Two waves of darkness,
Two moons of ice.
— Joseph Campbell
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“Two Ravens” — Grunge Art by kenne
Two ravens find love
Sharing many emotions —
Together for life.
Known as a jokester
This black bird of nevermore —
Messenger for gods.
The bird’s intense gaze
depicting evil to some —
souls of wicked priests.
Disregard the myths
Of dark pressing messages —
nevermore to break.
— kenne
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“Love Birds” — Images by kenne
Mournful Raven
A woeful morning call,
Sadness? Loneliness? Lustfulness?
Not recognizable by my ear.
At a distance another call,
The familiar sound of a raven
Answering the morning call.
Landing next to the other;
Touching, kissing, loving —
Embracing sounds of silence.
— kenne
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“Two Ravens” — Images by kenne
Hugnin and Munin
Thoughts look to the future
Memories to the past
Both are ravens
And neither will last
Both will pluck out your eyes
Should you ever forget
Both are ravens
And neither relent
Their terror is matched
By only their might and their splendor
Both are ravens
Who always return to their sender
Without thought a fool
Memories loss is un-birth
Both are ravens
And each may fall to the earth
One is truth
And one is fiction
Both are ravens
Neither offer protection
Thought is harsh
And memory kind
Both are ravens
And neither are mine
Rob W. Hansen
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