October's Paintbrush

October's paintbrush
draws the colours from the ground
uses them to paint the trees
on the mid horizon.

Pale ochre pallette of the earth
muddles umber and damp sienna
red oxide mutes blazing gilt
green struggles to remain vibrant


The artist's eyes is clear and blue
critically surveying his work
smudging an edge
defining a form
blending
contrasting deceptive details.


A suspended sparrowhawk
cuts the air with sharpened quill
her reconnoitering call invites her kin
to tessellate the sky
mow the golden light in easy swathes

the willing scapegoat
prepares to bleed into the earth
with the violence
of a long expected death.



Poetry by Erased
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Written on 2005-10-03 at 00:25

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
such a colorful feast for the eyes this beautiful picture youve portrayed with your words here... marvelous poem bringing out nature in a most refreshing poetic/artful air... a very pleased reader describes me best now :) ... thanks for sharing this lovely poem :f

later... xx
2005-10-04


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i really like the artistic tint to this, all the colours roaming the poem's lines, but i am a sucker for that imagery as i enjoy all those colours when messing about with my own artwork. october is here, where's my mittens :)
2005-10-03