Marieta Maglas is a co-author in some anthologies published by Ardus Publications, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, and Silver Birch Press.
The ghost of a raven intruded into
the cold transparency
of the soul.
On the wall, shaded lips
Moved like talking
and spread blistered words,
not purifying anything around.
The round red of those lips
has dissolved into
the sadness of the tears
to make them disappear,
but their twisters couldn't be
absorbed in the silence
of the face. Out trees
were too moistened, too crooked,
and too transparent
for the rain. In the fall,
the sun was not hot at all,
nor did he long for
some birds in that rain
screaming, sobbing, and smashing
everyone over the head. Broken knees
managed to break free
and to flee to
what they ought to
have been all. The raven would fly,
but the soul had a strong will
to enclose itself
Poem by Marieta Maglas
My poem developed a surreal idea which was mentioned in the Edda, where Odin was described as a "raven-god" due to his birds, Huginn and Muninn, that used to rest on his shoulders and to talk with him. Muninn refers to a 'raven' while Huginn refers to a kenning for 'carrion' and endorses the idea of a 'shadow''. This must be a reason why, in the poem of E. A. Poe, the raven was accompanied by its shadow while staying on the bust of Pallas, a warrior goddess who came to life from the head of Zeus. If one of these birds represents the thought and the other one represents the memory, the conclusion is that Poe searched for a higher thought. The memory stores a past that cannot be revived. Moreover, it is at the risk to be forgotten. In the poem, The raven's unique reply was "Nevermore".
I must mention this word kenning because it has a root in the Old Norse meaning, especially, to "know". During life, we need a spiritual enlightening.
Maybe the narrator needed to understand what was hidden behind the beloved shadow because his raven came from the Plutonian shore as ''a messenger from the afterlife''.
In Ovid's Metamorphoses, the ideas of the transformation of the humans into birds and of the white raven into a black one made this raven be a symbol of the human soul. I concluded that Ovid studied this irrational love creating confusions regarding the divine reason. In my poem, when the death of the lover penetrates the soul of the woman, happy love becomes a suffering feeling. The raven penetrates the soul to regain, through love, the human identity again.
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
— ― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
© 2018 Marieta Maglas
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on September 02, 2018:
I love crows and ravens so I enjoyed this poem. They seem to transcend other birds in intelligence and mystical qualities.