Gold, or: Blue

An ekphrastic poem

barren skeletal trees and snow-
covered, distant peaks speak

of winter, more than mere hints
belied by golden hillsides as though -
as though - a woman could warm
herself merely by lying

down upon them, though
whether she rested her back there;
upon the stubborn green grass; rough,
rocky hills; or silent snow, 

she would note, of course - 
of course - azure 'tween the clouds

d’Verse poetics prompt:

‘Fay Collins revisited’

At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write ekphrastic poems inspired by the art of Fay Collins, who tragically developed cancer during lockdown and died in September this year.

I chose a striking painting of Fay’s titled ‘3 Trees at Coniston’. Coniston is, apparently, a village and civil parish in the Furness region of Cumbria, England.


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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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63 thoughts on “Gold, or: Blue”

  1. David,
    You take up the painting’s invitation to linger on the “golden hillsides” and gaze at the azure sky, and we with you. Lovely.
    Pax,
    Dora

  2. ‘whether she rested her back there;’ Love that line in particular. I believe she did indeed rest her back there! I used the same painting as it spoke to me also.

  3. Well this is you at your best…..stunning..stunning lines…just stunning, the description, then the unexpected…like that “as though a woman could warm herself by merely lying” a beautiful first stanza…all of it…

  4. You wrote a cluster of wildflower words and wanton emotions. You seemed to translate every line and hue of the painting into your own imagery beautifully. The woman lying midst golden blooms is haunting.

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