I had to take a few days off from my poem-a-daying, due to life's unexpected surprises. But, I'm back and certain I can make up for lost time. For today's poem, we were to write about an artwork. For some reason, this piece from the 1100s depicting heaven caught my eye. It's featured at the Getty right now and is from an old scroll. Here is my draft about the painting above:
The Divine Liturgy of St. Basil
Of course in heaven are a hundred birds
Each eave of the onion-domed home hosting
colorful families of air-boned hope:
red-throated, or whirling turquoise feathers
they coo and twill and prance their shock orange
claws on snarly gargoyles stone cold eyes.
Each eave of the onion-domed home hosting
colorful families of air-boned hope:
red-throated, or whirling turquoise feathers
they coo and twill and prance their shock orange
claws on snarly gargoyles stone cold eyes.
And of course this place is a dappled thing:
made of new grass green and summer sky blue
points of light, gather like a cloud of witness
made of new grass green and summer sky blue
points of light, gather like a cloud of witness
and swarm above our minds. We stand on
carpets woven from wild roses and
violets, sedated by the breath of
hyacinths. Watching the light strike crystal
chandeliers and swallow us in rainbows.
carpets woven from wild roses and
violets, sedated by the breath of
hyacinths. Watching the light strike crystal
chandeliers and swallow us in rainbows.
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