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’
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.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!