Corvus: Pauline Flynn

Corvus: Pauline Flynn

Plumage, quill and crow step,

underfoot on the rugged path

on a summer’s morning walk.


From the rooks’ observatory,

bird’s eye view, watching.

Crow’s feet, hop, hop, hop.


Bird brain breeding, korrp,

krack-krack-krack, cluck,

klong. Incubation territory.


Bird’s foot trefoil. Bare faced

fancier preens. Banter, rattle

and boom. Kraa-kraa.


Pin feathers from pimples,

shaft swaddled in wax,

bloodflow till plume unfurls.


Tail, contour and down

feathers iridescent. Fly moults

wing their way earthwards.


Attentive, I sidestep

sable, ebony, indigo, silver,

jet black, ink black, raven.


About the author

Pauline Flynn

Pauline Flynn is a visual artist by profession but since 2010 has been writing poetry. She graduated from UCD Creative Writing Masters in 2010 and was shortlisted for the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award the same year. Her poems are imagistic and often try to capture a moment in time. She is very influenced by Japanese aesthetics and lived there for four years in the past. There is a rookery opposite her house and its inhabitants are like her family.

One Response to Corvus: Pauline Flynn

  • Black | Sixteen Magazine

    […] In the poetry section, the poem that won did so because the poet managed to capture the sound of blackness in the calls of the raven. The poem, Corvus, written by Wicklow native, Pauline Flynn, was extremely clever in the interruptions of raven calls, even making the poem jar at just the right moment before bringing the reader skillfully back to the landscape she is describing. It is sparse, dark and black. The end of the poem is a list, which reads like a catalogue of ink. A wonderful piece of work. However, as the standard was so high this month, I am giving two honourable mentions to Alice Kinsella and Colin Dardis who wrote two excellent poems on the theme. Alice’s poem was about a black dress and touched me with its humour as an original way to record the eternal problem of never having anything to wear. Colin’s poem was a well-crafted piece of poetry and contained only 45 words and not one was out of place. Read the Poem here >> […]

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