crows shine the same black magic.
When their wings graze powdered snow,
they teach us the meaning of white.
If you see the night ocean ripple in their eyes,
you will long for jewels made from obsidian.
Sleek bodies, sharp beaks, clever feet –
so deep the mystery of their black feathers!
Long ago they gathered in a murder
so large they blacked out the sun.
And night was born.
Pattie Palmer-Baker is a Portland, OR artist and poet. Although she often combines these two forms of expression in collages of paste paper and calligraphy, the inspiration for and the meaning of the artwork lies within the poem. Over the years of exhibiting her artwork, the discovery that many people responded most strongly to the poetry motivated her to strengthen her focus on writing. The goal of all her creative output is to translate the inner world into a media that moves readers away from their habitual perception of the world.