A cascade poem for the OctPoWriMo prompt. The painting looks like the Cliffs of Moher, and the title refers to the Mountains of Mourne. Take your pick, both are magnificent.
Mountains that run down to the sea
Beneath a sky of changing cloud
The mountains that my ghosts have trod.
In purple light and winter snow
Memories in this dark soil of
Mountains that run down to the sea.
Black cliffs that soar white-strung with gulls
Etch in the bones a world now lost
Beneath a sky of changing cloud.
If ever I could ravel up
Time I’d return to walk again
The mountains that my ghosts have trod.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Wonderful, both poem and painting.
Thank you, Di! The painting is just called ‘Les Falaises’ but they look very like the Cliffs of Moher. The sea looks a bit romantically sunny though…
Would have been an interesting choice for your Sunday Strange challenge some years ago.
True. I keep asking myself do I want to launch another challenge. I might yet do it.
I enjoyed that one.
I enjoy prompts. Maybe I’ll get back to it, fill a promptless day.
The cascade works so well here, the circling of memories. I like the painting, too.
Thank you. I like this painting. I wish I knew which cliffs they were.
Maybe it’s from the artist’s imagination.
Maybe. It’s a French painter, but they were allowed to travel 🙂
🙂
The visual image and the imagery in the poem are so much in sync. Loved that fusion 🙂
Thank you, Sunita 🙂 I’m pleased you like it.
I love the idea of mountains running. (K)
They look as though they were frozen at some point in time, caught before they reached the sea.
Wonderful words to a great images. Thank you for sharing, Jane!
I like this painting, even if the Atlantic isn’t often like that sunshiny colour!
Oh yes, the Atlantic could be very cruel too.
Very wild and powerful.
Sorry “image”. Seems i got drunken by reading. 😉
🙂