Feathered Guardian
A Poem for Ravens by Ray Zimmerman
I am the blur behind those rocks, a traveler. My visit to this earth is a stop on my journey. The Cairn marks a boundary between worlds It is an ancient warning. Step through, and you may not return. Do not count on memory to find your way. Can you ascend with me into the winter sky and hear the duet of Rigel and Alnetak? Fly with me into the summer sky and pluck the strings of Lyra, the harp of Orpheus. Do you dare listen to his severed head sing and prophesy as it travels to distant lands. Come with me and witness the birth of mountains rising from the sea and deserts bringing forth bounty on parched and lifeless lands. I’m a trickster and a teacher I tell the stories of wisdom for those who know how to ask. I am a feathered guardian who once uttered the word “nevermore.” I will not tell you the way forward or back. Before entering, ask yourself “Why do I make this journey? What do I seek?” Keep those questions before you. Only the foolhardy venture forth unassisted. I come to issue a word of warning and one of welcome and hope.


Why, this is just lovely, Ray! So great. Bravo.
Mysterious and intriguing words!