a fat pheasant
strolls majestically
past the daffs
and half eaten tulips
matching the last
soft rays of the sun
tail for tale.
Belly warm
from freshly mown grass
he claims his part
of the garden.
I stake mine
by mellow English lilac
while the light fades
and my fingers
curl inwards
with cold.
Ring neck Pheasant with Daffodils, oil on panel, George Woodford
15 comments:
mellow emglish lilac. where is that summer? i can practically smell it!
So beautiful :-)
Wow, I can really feel that...getting a bit chilly after a warm day- amazing:)
hey shai... bug hugs! met riz last night after god knows how long... was good.. thought of you... much love!
This is probably a very obvious thing to say - but have you considered submitting a volume of your poetry for publication? x
Wonderful, summery...I can feel the cool breeze.
Shaista, it is 'I' who have missed YOU! I like to come here and linger over your beautiful words. If I were the painter of that fat pheasant I would be thrilled and honored by your poem.
Enjoy a lovely weekend, my friend -
Catherine
Love the colloquialism of 'the daffs" and tail for tale.
Nicely woven
A real snapshot...a cold snapshot even.
x
Yes, beautifully captured moment and I particularly liked
"while the light fades
and my fingers
curl inwards
with cold"
as a beautiful evocation of the end of a sunny March day. I could feel it too.
I could almost eat this poem it is so succulent... just gorgeous!
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Happy Belated Easter!
Such beauty in each colorful creation! Thank you for sharing this beauty with us. I feel blessed when I visit your site!
Beautifully evoked, with the caveat of cold curled fingers at the end.
Enjoyed this, thanks!
such a lovely tale of that fat pheasant. great writing once again!
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