'Bird, Moon and Falling Stars'

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 20 Dec 2013
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He painted landscapes
and birds in a minor key.
No prissy, purple finches...
but birds ever seeking
to nest in the desolate 
dustbowl of the inner eye....
eagles on the island crowns,
and gray on gray-blue
herons turning their backs
on cubist composition...
 
shapes and shades 
of the misty terrain
of the Skagit Valley
flap through veils
from slough to slough...
the melancholic forests
of the Northwest – 
moon-birds of the spirit, 
singing in  dimensions
still to be invented.
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

I feel like I've seen this painting now, Tina. You have used delicate description that captures subtle shades,  movement and a dreamlike musical mood. You paint with words. 

Loved this.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  You have gladdened my heart, this rather drab and lacklustre, Friday morningsmiley

 

Tina

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

I think scratch will like this if he reads it Tina - he's a one for the birds. This works terrifically well, pared down and great language. :)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, fb...a real treat to hear from you, and I'm really pleased you enjoyed.

And speaking of scratch, I know a few other bird-lovers, toowink

Tina