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:
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.
Here, we look to the south, turn lour backs on the northern sky. It shall not prevail.
Wonderful evocative imagery and sounds.
Rose
xo
I loved your prose's imagery...Lovely!
Beautiful prose and beautiful photo!
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.
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!
Beautiful poem, Pepek. Love the last three lines, esp "forgiving the wet" and "perfumed droplets"
Now that is a prose poem!
I love the pyrocantha and the starlings and the rain...
Just great!
Wow Pepek - you nailed this prose poem! I am swooning! And a great picture - the inspiration? Nice job.
That is beautiful, beautiful , beautiful.
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!
I do so like the images..."branches black and bare as upturned roots" especially caught me. Lovely.
I love the picture and the strong images of your post.
gautami
Ambrosial.
Your words weave a magic spell, make us part of the moment.
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.
Beautiful imagery. Our February is similar but pronbably warmer than yours I'd guess.
"... 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.
I like it!
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.
Thanks, people! It snowed here again today, but SPRING will COME!
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