after Lisa Hess Hesselgrave's 'Hot Sky'
The wild closes in
the moment the sun
idles in its profusion
of mauves and reds.
With the blush of air,
I harbor blue to slow
the progress of time
that thickens roots
and deepens the char
of lost afternoons.
I trip over the orange
that tricks the moon
to appear a too-soon
omen of blurred visions
to come, tongue lolling
in heat-fed sleep. Dark
carries its own night
dreams. How I see
the sea become a field
of frost-licked snow,
sky the arms holding it
back from my mouth
athirst in fear. I mean
to find my own way out.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
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This ekphrastic poem, inspired by Lisa Hess Hesselgrave's painting Hot Sky (found in the section of Hesselgrave's Website titled Night and Day) was first published at TweetSpeakPoetry as part of the Image-ine series.
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1 comment:
I love how you "translate" the painting into an inner drama. It's a scary drama… but the final sentence gives hope, conveys your confidence at finding your "own way out."
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