Dog in the snow

The dverse Expressionist prompt had me delving into the visual world of Franz Marc. This is another of his paintings, in which yellow symbolises femininity and gentleness.

franz_marc-dog_lying_in_the_snow-1910-1911

Why so still, little one,

when the wind blows shrill

and the day is done?

 

The snow is cold,

and the winter bites

as the year grows old.

 

Snow drifts high,

still you don’t stir,

on the cold ground lie.

 

North wind blows,

and the useless hound

is left to feed the crows.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “Dog in the snow”

  1. Shiver. I have Cat Stevens Lady d’Arbanville playing as I read your words and look with fresh, rather saddened eyes at the little yellow hound. The result is an silent shower of tears on my cheeks. Which I needed.

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