What a lot of lovely poems this week! Grieving, melancholy and a hint of the supernatural make for tremendous poetry. Thank you all for participating and surprising me yet again. I know, I should be used to it by now.
First in was Peter with a moving tribute poem for the fallen.
Then Sarah from the south west with a lovely mysterious poem which makes me think of the British film Whistle down the wind about the children who find ‘Jesus’ hiding in a barn.
Then Ken with a wistful poem that moves in a delicate rhythm like the sea of tears in the picture.
Jazzytower whose name I don’t know with this poem that is full of birds fluttering and the imponderable nature of grief.
A cleave poem from Merril, and so well done! Majestic is the word that springs to mind.
From Look around, a musing on rain, tears and grief.
Doug, the Elusive Trope. I love the different layers in this one, the contract between the damp of tears and the scorch marks of burning, all referring back to the picture and the medium. So skillfully meshed together.
Jennifer, the Graceful Press poet. Light as a feather, this one, and full of hope and joy.
The Crow is back, as I’d hoped, taking a sidelong look at angels. Not everything with wings is likeable. I know what he means.
Kat Myrman with a mythological poem. I tend to find an undercurrent of nastiness in much Greek mythology, but Kat has removed the unpleasant bits and left pure beauty.
Kerfe. Gorgeous! So many different kinds of wings. My favourite has to be the last one though.
Janice focuses on the white wings of hope in this poem, always there despite everything; Lovely.
Tricia’s poem is a sigh of sweet sorrow. Letting go is never easy, but it can be beautiful.
Sri with three different poetry forms that take us from the dark and melancholy of the west to the exotic brilliance of the east.
I hope you’ll tune in tomorrow for another challenge.