a ruckus of crows
outside the polling place
all-day fog
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Susan Constable
Susan Constable mainly writes haiku and tanka, receiving her inspiration from life on the west coast of Canada. Her work is widely published in both print and online journals, as well as in numerous anthologies. She has judged several contests as well as co-edited a couple of haiku and tanka anthologies She was the tanka editor for the online journal A Hundred Gourds from March 2012 to June 2016.
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I LOVE the first line. I love crows and have tried for years to find good phrases to describe…well, their ruckus…but none so effectively as this. Wonderful, Susan!
a ruckus of crows
outside the polling place
all-day fog
—SUSAN CONSTABLE
As a great admirer of crows, I'm delighted that the term 'murder' isn't as often used as it was in the past. Great line, and I can imagine a polling venue at a church building, or goth like in other ways.
The last line is not only Poe in feeling, but that the politicians and their teams never seem to have the foggiest about the general public! Highly atmospheric!
I LOVE the first line. I love crows and have tried for years to find good phrases to describe…well, their ruckus…but none so effectively as this. Wonderful, Susan!
You've made my day, Mark. Thanks so much for your kind words.
Wonderful!
Outside News…
Upon Waves
What goes on in the polling is hush
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a ruckus of crows
outside the polling place
all-day fog
—SUSAN CONSTABLE
As a great admirer of crows, I'm delighted that the term 'murder' isn't as often used as it was in the past. Great line, and I can imagine a polling venue at a church building, or goth like in other ways.
The last line is not only Poe in feeling, but that the politicians and their teams never seem to have the foggiest about the general public! Highly atmospheric!
Alan