Ronovan’s art prompt is this painting. I have no idea what it is, but here’s what it inspired.
From a forest of tree tangle,
dead and dry, it comes,
treading with the confidence of death,
untouchable and indefatigable.
No wings carry this crow,
no lightness of sky and cloud touches its dusty flesh.
Midnight at midday,
the wilderness caws,
hoarse as war trumpets braying,
and we cower as the blight grows
and the fever rises,
and we dread the sound
of pounding at the door.
I like this 😊
I’m pleased 🙂
To me, it seemed to be me- trying to get a clear picture of what I should do with life !!
Your inspirational writing is great !!
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You have an original interpretation of the poem! I’ll get over to your blog today 🙂
Thats great !! 😀
Jane that literally gave me goosebumps as I read it aloud. Reminds me of those monsters outside The Wall on Game of Thrones. There is omanatopaia (sp?) here.
I’m glad you noticed the onomatopoeia at the end. I wanted to emphasise the sound of the knocking on the door.
This part also: Midnight at midday,
the wilderness caws,
hoarse as war trumpets braying,
I’m glad you like it 🙂
We both saw darkness.
And you’ve certainly captured impending doom.
It looks like death to me.
It’s not a jolly sort of image.
Doom is right, oh you wrote this beautifully, Jane.
Thank you! It has a look of no good, whatever it is.
It does!
🙂
I saw the inner enemy, you again saw nature but dark too. I was drawn to write a dark poem by this amazing poem. I really like this one of yours, very chilling.💜
Thanks! It’s a disturbing sort of image.
Yes it is and I have finally guess who the artist was 🤔
Clever you! I’d never have guessed it was Jackson Pollock! Doesn’t look anything like the paintings he’s famous for.
No it doesn’t does it but apparently he was inspired and influenced by Picasso 💜 I didn’t know that though but I thought it had a feel of Picasso.💜💜
Well, you were spot on 🙂
Oh, this is so ominous. It gives me goosebumps, too.
It’s a creepy painting.
It is.
Ominous is what I would say too, “treading with the confidence of death”–just right. (K)
I’m sure that bird is carrying a scythe.
Definitely.