Sunday, 13 March 2016

Crow stories

With a flick of a wing feather, the raven threw the daylight up. He threw the all of it; the tightknit, rolled up, scrunched ball that it was; threw the dayglow knot of it up and into the darkling sky.

Slowly, greasily, bit by bit, the darkness thinned out, split and spread away into nothingness - till only the white of the light and the blue of the sky remained.


  1. I like the story... The flick of the wing, the might of the crow... The many nuances of grey and how night and day mingle in the background!:)

  2. so talented with the flick of a wing.
    such a strong feeling to this piece.