{"id":5289,"date":"2020-05-17T08:16:53","date_gmt":"2020-05-17T12:16:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=5289"},"modified":"2020-05-24T21:28:29","modified_gmt":"2020-05-25T01:28:29","slug":"the-repeated-cawing-of-the-crow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=5289","title":{"rendered":"The repeated cawing of the crow"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Was that a warning of some sort
\nwhen that crow swooped low, inches above my head to let out a shriek?
\nJust how did I get to this spot,
\non this straight road leading me onto the hazy, distant horizon?
\nThere\u2019s 12 black birds glaring down from the wire,
\nand another solemnly sitting atop a fence post;
\nall observing my every move with quiet, mocked disdain.
\nI can only stare back in silence at my judge and jury for
\nis there any point in shaking a fist into the air, or hanging my head to avert my eyes?
\nThe early afternoon sun hangs high in the sky
\nI\u2019ve broken into a warm, dripping sweat
\nand turning my face to the light, gentle breeze, it carries nothing but
\nwhispers of doubt and unanswered propositions from my past.
\nNo solace. No relief. No comfort on this road, in coming to terms with my inquisitors.
\nThe repeated cawing of the crow is unnerving; so too the black birds\u2019 unrelenting stare.
\nIf only this high wire act would share their insight:
\nwhat is it that they see on the horizon, and why do they glare at me so?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Chris George<\/em><\/p>\n

July 2013<\/em><\/p>\n

Chris George has released \u201cAlmonte and the summer of 2013 that was\u201d<\/strong><\/em>, a compilation of 10 poems. The verses capture the expectations raised in moving into a new community and making a new start. They also include personal reflections of a writer\u2019s challenges to begin again, afresh. If you are interested in receiving \u201cAlmonte and the summer of 2013 that was\u201d<\/em> \u2013 write chrisg.george@gmail.com \u2013 and provide your e-mail.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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