The Crows by somk
"There through the broken branches go, the ravens of unresting thoughts. Flying, crying to and fro, cruel claw and hungry throat. Or else, they stand and sniff the wind and shake their ragged wings, alas.. Thy tender eyes grow all unkind, gaze no more in the bitter glass."
Poem by W.B. Yeats
It's the first thing I've been doing in trad. for a long time and I feel clumsy but will get better. Watercolours and 24Kt gold leaf.