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.