Painting by Marianne Von Werefkin
Waiting for the rain
Wind’s from the west with its cargo of clouds;
I wonder which borders it will cross,
which sky it will find closed.
Butterflies test spring wings,
leaves uncurl, and the silence
is the wild rattle of woodpeckers,
while somewhere beyond the sheep field,
east, where the clouds are heading,
shells not raindrops are falling.
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Yes to rainclouds, not war clouds.
I remember this image.
It’s happened. Putin is a nutcase.
Yes, and our former president is still praising him.
I have an anti-war poem for later today.
Putin has friends everywhere. We have a former prime minister gone to work for the Russian state oil company. All rats.
All poems ought to be angry poems today, I think.
The oligarchs have money everywhere. They are all rats–well, rats are actually much better.
I know. It’s a shame the go-to insult generally involves some innocent animal.
Yes, true.
The sadness of shells not rain. The madness of Putin – gah!!
The madness of power. As long as the Chinese sit back with Kim on a leash slavering at the chops to join in, as the US shake heads from across the Atlantic, Potty Putin will do exactly as he likes, I fear.
Yes, the Ukraine is not crucial to US policy I sense. Just a pawn in a lunatics game. Putin bears some semblance of Benito Mussolini from my reading, cruel egotist.
The US has a long history of starting wars in other people’s countries. Mussolini, another glory boy. I can’t see the Russians stringing their version up though.
No, though if reports are true, no one actually supports the war, but no one can countermand the president.
Yes, I heard that the average Russian didn’t believe it would/could happen. Now that it has, they don’t have much choice but to knuckle under. If anyone resists it’ll be the mothers of the conscript lads. They did for Afghanistan.
Love the rich imagery in the poem…
Thank you. One of those poems I wish I hadn’t felt moved to write though.
It came out very well, esp. descriptive element and imagery!
Thank you 🙂
Great painting! Lovely words…thanks 😊
It is a very evocative painting. I wonder if the Russian Mothers will be able to put the brakes on this? They don’t want their kids to die any more than other mothers do.
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Beautiful. The painting looks like made for your poem. Thanks for sharing, Jane! xx Michael
It’s such a sad painting. Widows and mothers who’ve lost their children.
Madness. (K)
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Do you also wait for the rain?☺️
I’m waiting. It’s not falling here yet.