The image plus a handful of words prompt is one I like a lot, so I’m doing it again this week. Tell me if it’s getting boring, but I have the feeling it’s a popular idea. First, I found this painting, which made my skin crawl just a little. Is it a dream or a nightmare? Are the birds welcoming or defiant? Is it dusk, dawn, a gloomy day or a moonlit night? Why is her right hand half-raised? You decide.
Then I thought of a few suitable words to go with the image:
indigo, cry, night bird, fleeting, forbidden
and I came up with this poem.
The cry of the peacock, his raucous voice warning,
Shaking proud plumes in the indigo night.
She enters regardless, the forbidden night garden,
Fluttering feather heart beating in time
To the ripples of anger, the seething bird fury,
Snatching her courage in hooked beak and claws.
The vision is fleeting, the glitter of starlight,
Falling in cold waves on dark distant shores.
His familiar stride, arms swinging, retreating,
Tossing behind him a handful of blooms.
She knows from the sound as they fall by the wayside,
The brittle, sweet fragments of love she will find,
Scattered like tears on the indigo storm wind,
Useless and vain as a peacock’s gold crown.
Leave the link to your poem, any style, any form, in the comments and I’ll post all the entries next Tuesday as usual. You have one week from now…