1.0Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetryElynnAlexanderhttps://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="GV3IQhpy6I"><a href="https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/rose-mary-boehm-winter-2017/">Rose Mary Boehm, Winter 2017</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/rose-mary-boehm-winter-2017/embed/#?secret=GV3IQhpy6I" width="600" height="338" title="“Rose Mary Boehm, Winter 2017” — Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)" data-secret="GV3IQhpy6I" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Fear of Fire Alone I am like a dry twig. Good for lighting fires. Sparking so easily, brighting so gloriously. The man who passes by the brook at the bottom of the large meadow every afternoon. Will he search for my crackling gift at sundown? Will he hear me snapping under his heavy boot, glad […]