On days of wind

For the dverse prompt, an ekphrastic poem based on the painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.

On days of wind

On days of wind, the washing blows
and billows in the shirts and sheets
flailing empty cotton arms.

So many lines across the land
with washing blowing in the wind,
the white and pink and palest blues,

a network of domestic peace.
I wonder who will bring it in,
when this dayโ€™s done, wind died away.

I wonder will the last night fall
on cotton arms and billowed sheets,
that blow unheeded in the wind.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

44 thoughts on “On days of wind”

  1. This is absolutely stunning! I especially admire; “So many lines across the land with washing blowing in the wind, the white and pink and palest blues, a network of domestic peace.”๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

  2. Yes, there’s a beauty and a melancholy here you handle well. He was an artist I would’ve loved to see more work from. This piece is particularly haunting with its artifacts of life but no one inhabiting the picture.

    1. He’s one of my favourite artists and sounds to have been a terribly humane and compassionate man. There are very few human beings in his paintings, and his animal paintings are tremendous.

  3. No-one to bring the washing in, that continues to flap in the wind, helpless, is enough to almost bring one to tears, if we were not shocked beyond tears now…maybe… emotionally wrenching piece…

  4. And does the washing hang abandoned
    In the Ukraine blooded and singed
    Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs .
    Is it tethered to a line, an invisible line
    Everyone has forgotten and it stays abandoned in the cold wind and snow.๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ’œ

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