Continuing dVerse’s Expressionist theme, the painting is by August Macke. Like his friend and fellow Der blaue Reiter painter Franz Marc, Macke was killed in the First World War.
The winter sky was blue today,
as blue as a precious stone,
rolled by the waves of the sea
and tossed on a silver strand.
The stones were red today,
as red as a poppy in bloom,
and they glared in anger as I tiptoed by,
in their glow an anthem raged.
The poppies were gone today,
withered and grey as ash,
and the silver strand was dull as lead,
and the clouds wept pewter drops.
The ash blew in the wind today,
and the wind was all there was,
for the clouds and poppies, the leaden tears
had all been washed away.
A haze lies on the world today,
the heat of the dull red glow
in the hearts of stone and the marching songs
that echo where dead men go.