A Crow Named Heart



A friend and follower sent me the attached artwork, his own creation, and challenged me to write a poem. When asked whether there was a particular structure he had in mind, he suggested a limerick. That was not, however, going to be the end of the story for me. 



There once was a crow, named Heart,

Who was trapped in a painting of art.

He attempted to flee,

But was only 2D,

Which is hardly a promising start.


Black Heart lived in twilight so blue,

From which there could be no adieu.

And he cried, and he flapped,

And he cried, and he cried,

And there was only twilight.


He pecked, gouged streams

Of black ink from himself, night-black,

Trailing like the branches of withered trees,

Tendrils, veins, capillaries:

And he cried and he cried,

And he flapped and he cried,

Adieu, adieu, adieu.


The Merman, the Vampire and the Boy

Mont St Michel


I was asked by a friend and follower to write a particular poem, a sonnet of two creatures who love the same boy but cannot find happiness. It was great fun to write, particularly adopting marine themes to describe the vampire’s anguish and vampiric devices for the merman’s.

The image is of Mont-Saint-Michel, a place which I return to in dreams: gothic and maritime.



Shipwrecked: destitute upon the strand,

Proud merman, drowning in a night of cares,

Watches the boy who only loves on land.

The vampire, shrouded in a sea of fears,


Meanwhile drinks deep a ruby glass of rue,

That cruelest wine: for, haunted in his tower,

He tastes the hunger for that same lad, too.

But the boy delights in every daylight hour,


A bright child of the sun: no deathlike shroud

Should hide his honeyed skin and petal smile.

No grave-like water holds his body, drowned.

So from the tower, and from the ocean’s hold


The pale duke cries salt tears, all the while;

The sea king wails a savage stream of blood.