Sunday, June 16, 2013

Mother Russia (Poem)

Marc Chagall, The Promenade, 1917-18
Oil on Cardboard, 67" x 72"
The State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg
© Artists Rights Society, New York/ADAGP, Paris

Mother Russia

Her skirt cut loose, Bella spins
in his widening sky of cubes
and circles, his flag and anchor
now that he dare not look back
to Vitebsk's pale domed crown.

The bells that called the faithful
to communion sound of what is
forever past but binds them still.

This day they taste of redder wine,
make light in a sapphire meadow
spread with the scarlet bouquet
he offers with arm aloft, so open.

Love pays its price in what is given
up and also gained: that blue bird
in hand soon to sing their hymn
of joy and praise to Mother Russia.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas

This poem is my offering for today's photo prompt at Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales. Go here to read others' contributions or to drop the link to your own poem or flash fiction.


Helen said...

Very nice ... enjoyed the bits of history you incorporated in the poem.

Berowne said...

Ochen horosho!

Tess Kincaid said...

Enjoyed this...I think Marc and Bella would too...

jabblog said...

Poetry and history - remarkably erudite. Nice.

himani rawat nayal said...

I really enjoyed the spread of times gone by and the site of redder wine,
and sapphire meadow.

Jinksy said...

What a telling line - love pays it's price in what is given up and also gained.
Could only be written by one who has been there, done that...

Laurie Kolp said...

Love all the colors, Maureen.

Susan Lindquist said...

Love that you have put this painting in historical context within the poem ... it's beautiful!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I love how you included Bella in your poem! A poem and art lesson all in one!

Margaret said...

I found the history of this couple to be quite interesting as well.