Thursday, February 15, 2007

PT: February Thaw


The sky is grey everywhere except toward the north. There the winter sun breaks like a wound, red as pyrocantha that grow wild beside the gate. Firethorns, we like to call them. The south wind blows warm for stripped February, starlings come and go, pushed leaflike up and down the steep sky--blustering black Furies. The raucous birds (drunk with berries) fill our Chinese Elm, its branches black and bare as upturned roots. We lean our bicycles, watch the sky clear, and dry ourselves of rain, kick off our shoes, forgiving the wet, the water, perfumed droplets, scattered pearls that gleam on hands and smiles like deep rose gems.

(Prose poetry)

20 comments:

desert rat said...

Mm, lovely imagery. Here our February is still deep in snow and bitter blowing winds; it's nice to think of an eventual thaw, birds and berries.

DewyKnickers said...

Here, we look to the south, turn lour backs on the northern sky. It shall not prevail.

Wonderful evocative imagery and sounds.

Rose

xo

Tammy said...

I loved your prose's imagery...Lovely!

paris parfait said...

Beautiful prose and beautiful photo!

twilightspider said...

The birds and the berries - such wonderful things you're conjuring. The poem makes me think of the windows I looked from as a child.

chiefbiscuit said...

Thank you Pepek for the colour and all the satisfying descriptions of what it is like on a February day where you live. The raindrops taste so sweet! Loved it! Pure poetry!

January said...

Beautiful poem, Pepek. Love the last three lines, esp "forgiving the wet" and "perfumed droplets"

Regina Clare Jane said...

Now that is a prose poem!
I love the pyrocantha and the starlings and the rain...
Just great!

Poet with a Day Job said...

Wow Pepek - you nailed this prose poem! I am swooning! And a great picture - the inspiration? Nice job.

strauss said...

That is beautiful, beautiful , beautiful.

jim said...

Tremendous, the sure, unadorned, and perfectly selected imagery, and the understated tone--all perfect in being so receptive to the small things that matter. Wonderful!

.......deb said...

I do so like the images..."branches black and bare as upturned roots" especially caught me. Lovely.

gautami tripathy said...

I love the picture and the strong images of your post.

gautami
Ambrosial.

Pam said...

Your words weave a magic spell, make us part of the moment.

Dana said...

I love your use of language in this piece ~ the sun like a wound, the branches like upturned roots. All the detail is so delicious.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Beautiful imagery. Our February is similar but pronbably warmer than yours I'd guess.

Lady Wordsmith said...

"... forgiving the wet, the water, perfumed droplets, scattered pearls ..."

Such lovely images to close with. They really are the true treasure at the end of winter.

~Lady

BTW - Thank you for the visit & praise for my prose poem.

slickdpdx said...

I like it!

Rethabile said...

Pyrocantha? Let me add a name: in Sesotho we call them "Liponaponana." LI is pronounced DI in Sesotho. Now, try pyrocantha fast in Sesotho...

Brilliant imagery that, indeed, help turn the story into a proem.

pepektheassassin said...

Thanks, people! It snowed here again today, but SPRING will COME!