The Murder- A Poem

She stood by the window

Sunken eyes

Filled with regret

Her face told the story

Of a battle lost

As she stood there

A hundred jet black eyes

Stared back at her

Piercing her soul

There was no remorse in those eyes

This was a battle they had won

And they knew it

She slowly opened the window

Accepting her loss

And one by one

The heads turned

The black eyes stared at the open window

And one by one they flew in

Like a flock from hell

They reminded her why

A group of crows

Is called a murder

Some of you may remember the story I mentioned yesterday about the crow stalking my sister after she shoed it away. ‘The Murder’ was inspired by her current anguish as well as Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Raven.’ As you guys may know, I am a huge fan of Poe’s writing and have written another poem inspired by him. It was probably one of the better poems I have written for this blog. And much better in comparison to this one. This is far from my finest work. However, I wanted to share this so I can send it to my sister in the hopes that I can watch her squirm. What a joy it is to have a sibling.

Did you enjoy ‘The Murder?’ Are you a fan of Edgar Allen Poe’s writing? Who is your favourite poet? Do let me know your thoughts to these questions and anything else you have in mind in the comments section below. Or simply stop by and say hi!

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86 thoughts on “The Murder- A Poem

  1. Personally I don’t care much for crows, I find them very annoying. However there is one exception. The hello crow. Not sure if you and your sister have them. The crow sounds like an old lady , the dragged out Helllloooo hellllooooo. My wife Roze is always calling back to them. I would rather hear the Theacher bird and the Cheeessse Burg g er birds. By the way be nice to your sister, stop teasing her, that’s not nice. Torment her too much and the crows might not be the only redrum

    1. Yes, we have some of those crows too. I generally like all birds even the regular crows. Haha yeah, I’ll be nicer to my sister before things get too crazy.

  2. A spooky poem! I’d definitely be squirming if I were your sister! Meanwhile, our crow wasn’t around today. It’s probably to cold for it! 😂

  3. I love the twist in the poem. I love Edgar Poe’s ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ I don’t have a favorite poet, I have a host of poets I enjoy, some of them are Lermontov, Pasternak, Gogol.

  4. … Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore… 😋

    dark and delightful, Pooja🤍
    (your poor sister 😂)

  5. Very much enjoy this poem. It was apropos to see, as I just finished a murder mystery audiobook this morning from the library. Daisy Darker, by Alice Feeney. It was a good read.
    Thank you for sharing!

  6. A sister like you, makes me wonder if the crows are the best sibling support she’ll ever get…jk

  7. I do like this poem. It’s engaging and, once engaged, we’re moved. Poe is my favorite American writer. Tennyson is my favorite British writer. Then I like the work of all sorts of folk.

  8. Great story. I enjoyed reading it. Gave me a visual though. In my mind, I could see the wind blowing with the branches hitting a four window panes, lightening flashing, and the crows making that awful swak they make.

  9. What a poem, a little Poe like, with a hint of the poem “raven”. Actually it describes very accurately how a woman feel living with her narcissistic family, which criticizes her incessantly, which mocks her every endeavor, which mixes poison with love and support. Any moment, she feels like a flock (murder) of crows may target her…

    1. I never thought about it like that but I can definitely see that. The crows can be a good metaphor for someone living with a narcissistic or controlling family.

  10. It’s an intriguing poem.

    I follow poetry a bit. My favourite peom though is Father Forgets by W Livingstone Larned, am not sure if his my favourite poet because that’s the only poem of his am familiar with.😃

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