Funky, Pop Pleudoniem
The Silence Of The Crow

This is my contribution to the Songwriter's Kitchen about the Magic Words Challenge. The idea was to use 5 words from a list that was published by Mar T. If I counted well, I used 23. That should be more than enough to evade any witchcraft.

I just couldn't help it. The lyric was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe, Wordsworth, a bit by Robert Frost, and Coleridge, as they all spoke to me from the knots and the naughts in the planks in my studio. But admittedly, the magic words have a romantic flavour.

The silence of the Crow
A song so quite mellifluous
(I was) dozing in the petrichor
A lilting morning dew
Horizoning my view

I loved this blissful reverie
That quintessential calm
The languor of seclusion

The dazzling daylight water
She spoke to me so sonorant
So redolent and pure
So honest and demure

As if she meant to say
Just hear this little lullaby
And sleep to it for evermore

And suddenly that crow
Caught my unsuspecting eye
Sudden like a phoenix
Ubiquitous but sly

Are you a secret harbinger
A ripple or some ogre
A gateway into Hades

Alluring as it was
It landed on the sand
And revelled in a snail
Cruelly finishing its tale

It looked so lithe and black
But eyes so strangely elegant,
A gossamer between us.

For want of an epiphany
Or furtive serendipity
I murmured at the critter

• It didn’t seem to bother

Tell me beast, is that your toy
The end of me, without a noise?
I’d been hoping for some more