Inspired by the Ekphrastic prompt, Fin de la Jornada by Emilio Boggio.
Congratulations to Merril and Kerfe on having their poems selected for pulication!
Sun sets in beauty, bursts colours of heaven,
Phoenix-intangible and oh so far away,
the golds and reds, jewels filling the clouds like
rain drops, blue, pink-tinged, colour of rose petals,
flame, scarlet, crimson, vermilion, burning up the
river with molten glory. The air sings with beauty,
birds, winged marvels, flock homeward lifting their
voices in praise of the changing sky, the sleep-time,
and workers walk, heads bent to the mud, dreaming of a day
of rest, dark churches candle-lit where shadows lie in wait,
and the mumbling sing-song of the priest promises eternal
rewards, the sinking, one day, back into the indifferent earth.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Lovely–and sad, Jane. It’s funny we both had the sky singing in ours– the Oracle really does affect us all the time (and we’re the same person). 🙂
Thank you for the congratulations. I didn’t even know it was up yet.
I checked to see that mine in the selection wasn’t before posting it.
Being the same person makes it easier for her. Two birds with one stone etc 🙂
Hahahaha. Yes. 🙂
The people in the painting – especially in the foreground – seem mired in futility, in spite of the richness of the surrounding light and life. You capture both, framing it perfectly with “Phoenix-intangible and oh so far away” and “back into the indifferent earth.”
Thank you, Ken. It was that contrast that struck me. Such beauty around them, but the misery of poor workers keeps their heads bowed to the ground.
Same here, Jane. I’ll post my submission in a few minutes.
Your words move down the painting, from light to dark. The Phoenix-intangible light consumed by priestly promises. (K)
Pie in the sky when you die.
exactly
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