Crow's Couplets

Crow’s Couplets

I followed feathers home today; they fell

Into a line, from tip to tip, that swells

With each migrating memory; across

The sea they fly away, each one my loss.

I’m picking feathers from my teeth today;

I stayed behind, they moved on, but I stayed,

And now I’m having trouble speaking out

Without then choking on a thought or doubt.

Behind me, stretch these feathers in a line;

And from my skin sprout black wings, up my spine,

And out my shoulders, feeling colder; free

And flocking thoughts come back at last to me.

Upon my tombstone sits a crow, who said;
'No name. Below the soil. Forgotten. Dead.'

Source - http://www.reddit.com/r/Heavymind/comments/27papw/release_by_me_pen_and_ink/

The drawing is called 'Release'

The artist is u/cheeseboyhalpert, and his account is here: http://www.reddit.com/user/cheeseboyhalpert

(This one is a more thought-out poem than the last one, which was lazy. I'll leave them both up, though)