Breaking News – Finale of the Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge.
Welcome to Week 13, the finale, of my Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. Corvids are birds belonging to the Corvidae family, encompassing ravens, crows, magpies, jays and nutcrackers. So peruse your corvid photo, poetry, music and story archives and join the challenge.
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Apologies, dear Readers, for my tardiness in posting the final Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. I got carried away. Now that the last week has arrived, I feel hollow. In my darkest hours during the Covid-19 crisis, I clung to my talisman ravens. They were a tonic for easing the mind, imaginary friends. Yes, perhaps I’m being a little melodramatic. The time has come to let them go. They’re birds, wild creatures with no attachments. I would like to end the challenge with another poem, I have called this poem, “Wagulan”. Wagulan is the Ngunnawal word for raven/crow, and in so doing, I acknowledge the traditional owners of Ngunnawal country, in whose country I reside. It goes like this.
Currawong chorus greets the misty dawn.
Magpies peck for grubs in viridescent lawn.
Magpie lark taunts much bigger birds,
Calls pee pee pee and flaps vociferously.
But from you, my prescient lucky charm,
I have not heard a single caw in days. Not one.
Like a darkling spectre in falling gloom,
have you left me to my trembling doom? Or
in twist of fate, my cloying misery have you
furloughed? The wheel of fortune
spins and turns. Lands where? Wagulan.
White-eyed knowing, black feathers glowing.
My comfort is your shadow overhead. Nullifies
the dying day, the lowing globe. Black as night.
Blessed caw. Have you set a course to help another
who needs you more, who wakes in fright?
The wheel of fortune spins and turns. Lands where?
Wagulan, go now my white-eyed friend. Help. Land fair.
Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I had some wonderful contributions for last week’s penultimate challenge. Here they are are. Check them out.
Oh Jay! and