Poetry

Raven’s Grave

Raven's Graveyard
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Raven cawing, tapping stone
whilst underneath claw bloodied bones

Scratching, clawing to get out
only the raven hears the shouts

It’s eyes look on coldly without a care
into the distance they do stare

Ruffling feathers in darkening skies
Soon it’ll go, off to fly

It gulps a piece of meat
blood falling from its beak

Cawing louder for its mate
as skinless fingers scrape under Raven’s Grave

Caw, Caw, louder still
no escape, had its kill…

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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